By Tracy Bleier
I am writing this from a hotel room at a Hyatt Regency in Indianapolis. Today is Rosh Hashanah. Ten or more years ago I might have been sitting in synagogue.
I can’t remember the last time I observed the high holy days. Though, I still get that tug. That voice that says, we should be doing something. But over the years that voice has been barely heard much less has been listened to over the other demands of my life.Read More