My Father, Our Journey, and the Search for Authenticity
My search for authenticity began where my father's left off. As I look back, I see he instilled it in me. It wasn't taught by him, I caught it. His…
My search for authenticity began where my father's left off. As I look back, I see he instilled it in me. It wasn't taught by him, I caught it. His…
I must have looked as disheveled to him as he did to me. As I stood to let him sit by the window, I said "Shalom," to the man I…