Reflection, repentance, and five grievances

and living around the corner from where Real Jews hang out

In 1999, my husband and I bought a house that happened to be a short distance from Chabad (the “ch” is pronounced “h,” but gutturally, like gargling, if you’re doing it right). Chabad is a nondescript two-story house that serves as a temple and community gathering place for Orthodox Jews. My husband and I are Jewish, but not like that. We say the blessi…