n>Wanting to be in two places at one time is a familiar desire. But when I found myself in a taxi cab in Manhattan on the same Sabbath morning when eleven people were gunned down at the Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh, I didn’t want to be in two places at all. I needed to be back in Pittsburgh where I live and make my life. I was desperate to get back to my husband and four children. It was not that I feared for their safety, though. We would normally have been together at our Conservative congregation—just not that Conservative congregation. In fact, my family was attending a bar mitzvah at an Orthodox synagogue a mile away from the carnage. Read Full Article »