By Rivy Kletenik, Jewish Sound Columnist Here I am in June of 1964, about to turn 6, holding my first Matryoshka doll. I am standing next to my twin, who is proudly displaying his cosmonaut. That wooden “little matron,” a gift from my parents’ trip to Russia, kicked off aContinue Reading

By Emily K. Alhadeff, Associate Editor, The Jewish Sound Once upon a time, there was a village in the middle of a forest. Houses lined a long street, each little plot opening into a field stretching back to the woods’ edge. There was no need for telephones — if youContinue Reading