The Woman Who Didn’t Speak for 40 Years – My Life With Dystonia –

Growing up in the 1960s in Vancouver, I became a full-fledged flower child. While I was in the throes of my hippiedom, my mother took me to San Francisco, where it all began. I was not enthralled. Thinking about the “me generation” provoked the question: Is this what I want my life to look like? My conclusion was a heartfelt “no.”

My brother and two sisters had already become observant Jews. Since I had taken so many journeys already, my mother suggested that I check out my own religion as well. I started learning with a rabbi and was soon hooked. I enrolled in a Jewish women’s college in New York.

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