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When I was a little boy, Before I became a teacher, I pronounced “vegetable” different. I pronounced it: veh-jeh-TAY-bowl. I didn’t realize my second grade classmates Were giggling at me, but Mrs. Smith did. She asked me about my pronunciation. … Continue reading

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The little boy dashed through the obsidian blanket of night cursing his first name,                         Aaron.                                                 It was so awkward, so anachronistic, so Jewish.             Aron would be okay, he thought, but that second A is so un-perfect. The goyim didn’t know … Continue reading

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