As early as I can remember, I knew that I was the daughter of a Holocaust survivor. Although my mom was just a young child in France during World War II, I can’t ever remember a time when I didn’t hear about her experiences and those of my grandparents.
My family history informed my life. And although I was not particularly religiously observant, Judaism and being Jewish were integral parts of everything I did.
In 1994 I moved to Westfield, New Jersey, as a newlywed. By 1997 I was a partner in a midsize New York City law firm, with a two-year-old little girl. We needed to find a preschool for our daughter, and although there were many wonderful choices in our community where she could have gotten a great education, I knew as soon as I took a tour of the preschool at the JCC of Central New Jersey (in the neighboring town of Scotch Plains) that this was where she would end up.