After making Aliyah, I discovered that unpacking my books meant sorting through far more than a library. Each volume carried memories of another place, another season, and the person I was when I first opened it.

We sometimes imagine that the more terrible we feel, the more sincere our teshuvah must be. But feeling terrible is not the same as becoming better. Teshuvah asks us to face what we have done, make the necessary repairs, and still believe that change is possible.

For sixteen years, I could tell that Rosh Hashanah was approaching by the lists.

There were seats to arrange, machzorim to find, meals to prepare, honors to assign, sermons to write, and countless details that would be invisible if we handled them properly.

For many years, I visited people in prison.

Some were serving time for relatively minor offenses. Others had done some of the worst things imaginable. Their stories were different, but over time I began to notice a pattern in how many of them experienced their sentences.

The first stage was anger.

They were angry at themselves, at the system, at the people around them, and sometimes at the entire world.

Tonight is my Omi’s yahrzeit.

I have been spending time recently listening again to recordings of her testimony, hearing her describe her childhood and life in Germany in her own voice.

It All Begins Here