My Place ,We step into the succah, enter a new space, a higher reality. Eleven personal accounts of the way space and place sculpt our inner worlds and shape our stories
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We step into the succah enter a new space a higher reality. We leave behind our four walls the rooms and objects that form the backdrops of our lives. Yet as we loosen our grip on glass and wood granite and silver we sense their imprint upon us: the way space and place sculpt our inner worlds and shape our stories
STORY ONE (BELOW)│STORY TWO│STORY THREE│STORY FOUR│STORY FIVE│STORY SIX│STORY SEVEN│STORY EIGHT│STORY NINE│STORY TEN│STORY ELEVEN
Devorah Cohen
Grandma’s kitchen wasn’t one of those warm, heimish kitchens with yeast dough rising, soup simmering, and a bubby in a housecoat doling out fresh cookies.
My grandma was a classy lady with a tan and manicured nails and a big, airy, neat kitchen. But she still made the best fried chicken and sweet-and-sour meatballs, and we’d tell her that as we ate dinner.
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