I’m not really sure what going into Yamim Noraim without a phone call from Rabbi Wallerstein means
The hallmark moment of my time working at Ohr Naava was always at the annual Brooklyn Avinu Malkeinu event. At some point in the night I would find a quiet corner in the packed auditorium and whisper my own personal tefillah, in the zechus of being in a room with 5,000-plus women all gathered with one common goal — to be inspired.
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