When I was 10, my family got frum, and I started playing baseball. Oddly, the overlap wasn’t a coincidence: Our new rabbi added me to his Little League team and taught me how to throw; I broke in my first mitt — and a new peer group — playing catch with his son.
At a time when most Congressional Republicans are trying to distance themselves from Donald Trump, one is behaving like a cheap clone of his party\’s presidential candidate, complete with mind-numbing outrageous charges and incendiary rhetoric.
In my mind, I have arguments with my dad. In my mind, I am much more eloquent than my first grade Russian could possibly allow.
Twenty-five years after he graduated from a public high school in the French capital, Stephane Tayar recalls favorably his time in one of the world’s most thorough education systems.
