When we heard that R. Michelle was starting daf yomi, my 11-year-old suggested that I go. Little did she know that she would lose me every morning from then on. I remember standing at the Farbersโ door, almost too shy to enter. After that first class, I said that I would come the next day but couldnโt commit to more. A decade later, I still look forward to learning from R. Michelle every morning.
