Nine a.m. on a Sunday morning and I rolled into the conference hall.
I’d had a long week and was looking forward to sitting in back row of some interesting talks that I had no responsibility to develop, edit, or promote, until the caffeine from my large cup of tea kicked in. It was this editor’s day off! Little did I know I was about to discover something unexpected inside myself and to glimpse that spark that draws me to my vocation in the first place.
I set out to attend Limmud, an all-day festival of Jewish learning in down... keep reading