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There were some perks to having a husband who was hearing impaired. I could slam doors without arousing suspicion

And here I was. The start of a new journey, the kind that searched for answers that didn’t exist but that you had to seek out, anyway

“You don’t even know what’s involved in all that. What it takes to make it happen. Because you’re never here,” she said

Something happened. We need my in-laws, we need them. Goodness knows my parents won’t be of any help when it comes to a crisis

My bag has a Bais Yaakov Convention key chain on it, a gift from my older sister. And my best friend is walking next to me, wearing blue jeans

I didn’t want to be treated like a maid. But these ladies, they treat me like a person.