When I was three years old, my parents embarked on a yearlong exodus across eight countries in Asia. Although I was only a little girl, this trip changed the trajectory of my life. Since the most formative age, I’ve felt like an outsider looking in, my heart inscribed with an unquenchable …
There was never a time when the Holocaust was not part of my life. My parents, Ben and Esther Ingber z”l, my three maternal aunts, and everyone I met when we went to High Park on the weekends, were all Holocaust survivors. My parents were from Poland (Oshek and Staszów), and when the Nazi…
Community engagement wasn’t something that I grew up with. I was in my twenties when a family friend, active with State of Israel Bonds gave me a nudge to get involved. I dove in and quickly discovered that once you become involved with the organized community, new and interesting opportun…
I am a very proud Torontonian. My family has been here for several generations and I have had the distinct opportunity to watch the city and Jewish community grow exponentially.
As a youngster, I spent a lot of time at the local Y - known today as the Sherman Campus at Bathurst and Sheppard…
Perhaps you are already familiar with the story of Honi Ha-m’agel ? It’s from the Talmud, and it’s only one story amidst countless others that can be found in the classics (some yet to be written) that crowd the bookshelves of the Jewish library, the classics that comprise our collecti…
