A writer recounts her search for a song she learned in Hebrew school in the 90s that has been stuck in her head.

The author recounts his grandfather's fond memories of buying coconut sweet rolls, or schnecks, from a Jewish bakery in 1940s Milwaukee.

The author reflects on how Yom Kippur, despite being a somber and solitary holiday, holds a unique significance as a time for personal reflection and atonement.