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I attended the 2003 Summer Program and studied part-time as a Dorot Fellow in 2004-05. At a Shabbaton, we sat around telling inspiring stories at seudah shlishit. I spoke about spending Pesach in Iraq during the war in 2003 as a foreign correspondent. I had jumped through hoops to access a base that the US army had just taken in Kirkuk. I had seder with Jewish soldiers and another adventurous Jewish female journalist. We had some Haggadot and matzot from the Chaplain’s religious items box. There was no electricity, so we read with soldiers’ penlights. This took place in the shadow of statues of Saddam Hussein, who had just disappeared into hiding.
As I told the story at seudah shlishit, I realized that I’d had the adventure of a lifetime; the privilege of a front-row seat to history, but I was ready for a change and hungry to learn. As for Pesach, I didn’t want next year in Baghdad. I wanted next year in Baka.
That was my entry into the Pardes community, as a journalist and story-teller. Rather than students and faculty members judging my rather unorthodox professional path for a “nice Jewish girl,” I felt accepted and appreciated. I wasn’t just-out-of-college. I was closer in age to the teachers than other students, but it all felt perfectly fine…and some teachers became dear friends. Shabbatonim like that one turned Pardes into my second home.






