I See the Hostages in My Children’s Faces
Teddy bears at a Shabbat dinner in Tel Aviv symbolize the estimated 30 children held hostage by Hamas. (Photo by Alexi J. Rosenfeld via Getty Images)
The joy we felt as Jews in America has turned to collective grief, along with the sense our lives will never be the same again.
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In the morning, my children appear in the kitchen, one by one by one, wiping sleep from their eyes. I embrace them, my beloved children, my Jewish children, my children of Israel, and wonder if they feel the prickling fear emanating from the pores in my skin, the seething, hot rage coursing through my blood, the sorrow radiating from my very being. What…
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