I left for the airport as soon as I got the call. My friend Yosefa, a brilliant tattoo artist, educator, and fellow Kohenet, was on her deathbed, dying of a brain tumor. I booked the next flight from Philadelphia to Seattle in time to do “>mezuzah on the door. It was past four in the morning.
I removed my shoes and went upstairs to Yosefa’s bedroom, where two other women we knew through the “>Jewish Renewal and the Kohenet “>Gamliel Institute student.
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