I grew up in the DC suburbs with a big yard, and every year during the High Holidays (Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur) my dad would hand out little “business cards” during services. They weren’t for work — they were invitations to our family’s open sukkah, just a few days away.
Now, as an adult living in a Baltimore rowhome, I’ve found my own way to keep the tradition alive. When a family friend offered me their lightly used sukkah, I jumped at the chance. These days, my sukkah doesn’t sit on grass but in my parking pad. Sure, it means giving up a parking spot for a few weeks, but it’s a small price to pay to bring one of my favorite childhood memories into my adult life.
Of course, building a sukkah in the city comes with its own quirks and lessons learned:
This year, I’m especially excited to rebuild my sukkah, which spends the off-season tucked away in a Sukkah Project bag. I’ve picked out some new decorations and am hoping to use real bamboo for s’chach (the natural roofing material that covers the sukkah) instead of the bamboo mats I’ve relied on in the past.
But my favorite part will always be the invites — those little “business cards” I design and hand out, just like my dad. For me, they’re not just about inviting people to sit in the sukkah. They’re about building community, creating memories and keeping a family tradition alive.