I started praying recently. Wake up each morning and say, Modeh ani lefanecha. Stretch the long “o” in modeh, linger on the “e” in ah-nee.

I pray in Hebrew. A language I don’t understand.

Ru’ach chai v’kayam

 

Friday evenings at sleep-away camp. The cafeteria, alive with kids. Loads of us: hormones, pimples, sweat. Some wore baby fat, still. Boys in short-sleeved white button-downs, girls in crisp white blouses.

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