|Full Circle, Halfway Home
I was walking on the Upper West Side just before Rosh Hashanah, reflecting on the fast-approaching midpoint of my career — 20 years out of rabbinical school and 20 years to retirement — when I called to check my voice mail back in Stamford. There was a message from an old friend, the storyteller Peninnah Schram. So here I was, likely standing within shouting distance of Peninnah’s home, retrieving a message that she had called into my office 40 miles away.
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