When I received the midweek call for a Shabbat Bris, I didn’t feel my normal rush of excitement. For the past few months, I’ve had events away from home every other Shabbat. I felt tired and was longing for a low-key weekend. And like all the recent time I’ve spent away, my family would be unable to join me. I feared a lonely 26 hours.
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