Questioning faith in the parsha
Davita’s Harp by Chaim Potok
My mother came from a small town in Poland, my father from a small town in Maine. My mother was a non-believing Jew, my father was a non-believing Christian. They met in New York while my father was doing a story for a leftist newspaper on living conditions in a row of vile tenements on Suffolk Street on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, where my mother worked. This was in the late 1920s. They fell in love, had a brief affair, and were married.
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