I resisted. I was haunted by the world that was. A world that had burnt, frozen, starved to death, or fled to distant shores
And deep inside, the worries and guilt surface. Am I ready for this? Am I a good enough mother to be trying again?
A first date that her mother didn’t research. A first date that her parents wouldn’t meet. Until it became serious, of course
The ambulance revved up. “We’re trying your husband constantly,” a kind EMT reassured me. “And we’ve got an emergency team waiting at the hospital”
Here’s a piece of trivia you’ll never have to use: The first family Chanukah party I attended was my in-laws’ family party the year I got engaged
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. I sat down again and stirred my tea. “You think I’m an awful person. Sitting here on an all-expenses-paid vacation, complaining. How greedy, right?”
