Candy Greenblatt

Candy Greenblatt became a woman on a sunny Saturday afternoon in May; we all watched from our wooden pews at Forest Hills Jewish Center on this unseasonably warm day, which made beads of sweat pill up on Candy’s broad forehead, like raindrops. She stood on the bimah, dressed in a gold quiana Huck-a-Poo blouse with an enormous, pointed collar, a suede blue miniskirt and