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.