My teacher died this week, and the older I get— and the deeper I get into the part of my adulthood where the titles and roles that I have both chosen and  earned feel more authentic to me, the more I realize what a profound and disorienting thing it is to lose a teacher.  Rabbi Weiss taught me many things— at the top of the notebook page on the first day of the first class I ever took with her (Bible 1: Literary Artistry of the Bible) , I wrote:  August 31, 2010:  “How do we

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