Family Tempo
We were living off my night shift paychecks, but making jewelry filled me in a way that reams of data entry never could
Family Tempo
Oh, I know all about looking odd; I’m the oddly chubby daughter of a fit and fabulous mother
Family Tempo
She stares at him, waits to feel angry, misunderstood. But she feels none of those. Because, the fact is, well, he’s right
Calligraphy
It’s a simchah, it’s a baby, a son for him and Batya. So what if the word son rips his heart clean in two, so what if his insides wrench from the pain of it

































































