Commentary: Why I built my own tribe for Hanukkah
Twenty years ago, I moved from L.A. to San Francisco and then Bellingham, Washington — so far north I could spit across the border and a Canadian would apologize for being too close. For the longest time I regretted the move from areas with strong synagogues and significant Jewish populations to a town with so few Jews and one synagogue. It was as if I were living up to my genetic destiny as a Jew wandering the desert, but this time with more rain.
Last Hanukkah, I decided I’d had enough moping. Even, I am all the more motivated to be surrounded by my tribe.
