We Are CSFA
When my husband and I moved to New York from Washington D.C. in 2008, I was looking for a community. Though I don't come from an observant home, I had belonged to a synagogue in DC for a few years and was hoping a synagogue in the city might help me meet new people ...
When my father died in 1987, I was 16 years old and I needed time to understand how his death contradicted everything I had been led to believe. I spent a good amount of my life resisting Hashem, resisting the Jewish religion, and running away from what the spirit inside of me was craving ...
I was raised as an every-Sunday Christian. My family had Jewish friends, and we were often invited to Seders and other Jewish holiday celebrations in their homes. I was fascinated by the Hebrew alphabet,...
In 1986, I was blessed to discover a shul around the corner from where I was living that nourished me spiritually: The quaint little building with the beautiful, comfortable courtyard behind the wrought-iron fence served as a much-needed respite from my confusion, and made life less of a struggle....