The email had arrived that morning from Rivky, a woman who was like a sister to me. In the past few months, though, there had been silence between us.
When I first saw Rivky’s name in my inbox, I felt dread. I knew why she had written and what she wanted to say to me. It had been a year since I’d anonymously published “Hush,” my book about a sex abuse cover-up in Boro Park, the ultra-Orthodox neighborhood where I grew up. And it had been just weeks since I had gone public with my real name...
The Jewish daily forward
September 20, 2012