Most of us are given our Jewish names at birth. But sometimes, we gain our name later in life. 3 accounts
They didn’t know I was 12 (well, by that point I was already 13, but anyway). I can still remember editor-in-chief Esther’s Heller’s shock and disbelief when she found out how old I was.
It was our very first phone conversation after Targum Press had accepted the manuscript for publication, and she asked me about my background in writing and wondered which workshops I’d attended. I gulped and whispered, “I’m… 13.”
“Excuse me?” she said very brightly.
With a little cough, I repeated, “I’m… I’m 13.”
In response to her next bright, “Excuse me?” I cleared my throat, swallowed, and said out loud: “I am 13 years old!”
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