by Sally Abrams
We told her a bit about ourselves, then moved to the thing Jean most wanted to know. What was he like, the man who had fathered her and raised us?'
“On Rosh Hashanah it is written, and on Yom Kippur it is sealed, How many will pass from the earth and how many will be created…” -Unetaneh Tokef prayer
The second day of Rosh Hashanah had just ended last year when the email arrived.
It contained the results of a DNA ancestry test I’d submitted a few weeks earlier.
I went digging around in my DNA because I was hoping to find something ‘interesting’. By ‘interesting’ I mean something beyond garden-variety Ashkenazi. Something more exotic than matzoh balls and brisket.
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