Beshert | Miracle on 44th Street

“Most nights, there was one stray ticket that theaters were happy to sell cheap to a college girl with a debit card and frizzy hair. Not the case at The St. James Theater on West 44th Street, home to The Producers. You couldn’t get this ticket at TKTS and it was years before you could buy resold tickets online. Night after night, The St. James was my first stop to see if there was a ticket for sale. And night after night, the same ticket lady would turn me away. Until now.”

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Jewish Guilt: I Am Done Passing It from One Generation to the Next

Moment brings you essential independent reporting from the Jewish community and beyond. But we need your help. Your support is critical to the work we do; every tax-deductible gift, of any amount, keeps us going. Thank you for reading and thank you for your help. Donate here.  In my family, many beautiful traits and qualities have been passed down from one generation to the next. There is my deep love for people, my dark brown hair, my athletic ability.   There are also the not so good qualities, the ones that have not served me very well: my prematurely gray hair, sensitive skin, the breast cancer diagnosis I received more than six and a half years ago. And then there is the guilt—the serious dose of Jewish guilt that has followed me around like my shadow.  I have felt this invisible...

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