Rabbi Malcolm Cohen's Blog

The smell from the Kol Ami kitchen was intoxicating. I craned my neck around the door in hope. “Come in!” was the message from the Hamantaschen baking crew of the Men of Kol Ami. So, I put on my ‘hungry face’ and angled to taste their glorious offerings. Would it be cherry or chocolate? Either way, the innate generosity and pride of the bakers allowed me to sample their wares. On the face of it, this Purim baking exercise just involved...Read more...

I stared up at the Capitol Building. Its white, stone columns majestically stood to attention as a chill wind swept across the wide plaza. I shivered as I zipped my coat but sighed, satisfied at a good day’s work. Glancing fondly over my shoulder I saw four teenagers from Kol Ami who I had chaperoned on this trip, Lark Berger, Ember Berk, Amanda Biava, and Eli White, laughing as they took photos of each other at that famous site.   What...Read more...