Dream Come True

We leaned forward in our seats, wondering excitedly what forbidden word Mrs. Muskat was going to write on the board

Years ago, you crossed paths. It may have been a brief encounter, it may have been a relationship spanning years. In that meeting place, something changed. Her hands warmed your essence, left an imprint upon your soul.

Seven writers sought out the women who changed them — and told them of the impact they’d had

So my young, Modern Orthodox eyes, Mrs. Devorah Muskat was from a different planet.

I first met her as my sixth-grade Chumash teacher. She was Miss Weiner then, the kind of teacher whose heels clicking down the corridor made us all run for our seats. She had our class under perfect control, and her Chumash lessons had me mesmerized.