I'm going back to my synagogue this month, nearly 25 years after I thought I'd left for good.
I grew up in Silver Spring, Md., the youngest of three children. We kept a kosher home and observed the Jewish holidays, but synagogue remained the focus of our religious upbringing. Like my brother and sister, I attended Hebrew school three times a week, went to services every Saturday, and celebrated my bar mitzvah at Shaare Tefila, the Conservative congregation where my parents had been members since they'd moved to suburban Maryland in the early 1960s.
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