In the year 5771, ain’t gonna study war no more
L’Shana Tova everyone – tonight begins Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. Growing up in an orthodox family, my high holidays were spent going to the synagogue with my parents, sitting underneath the widespread wings of my father’s tallit, and listening to his beautiful voice chant the readings with that wonderful Sephardic inflection. We had rhythm. I often yearn around this time, when the sun’s rays turn to a slant and the days grow shorter…