I don’t live here, I’ve got to go home. Will I ever recapture the connection I feel here, on this little porch?
It was almost time for Yizkor, so I left to join those untouched by death, who wait innocently in the lobby,Musings: My Father’s Last Yizkor,It was almost time for Yizkor, so I left to join those untouched by death, who wait innocently in the lobby
Bubby looked at the inscription. “That machzor’s a lot older than 1931,” she declared. “It actually belonged to Bubby Ethel’s mother — my grandmother”,Windows: Journey of a Machzor,Bubby looked at the inscription. “That machzor’s a lot older than 1931,” she declared. “It actually belonged to Bubby Ethel’s mother — my grandmother”
They simply didn’t know how to pray. And yet… they came to shul. Just because. Because it’s Friday night and a Yid goes to shul,Lifetakes: A Yid’s Place,They simply didn’t know how to pray. And yet… they came to shul. Just because. Because it’s Friday night and a Yid goes to shul
No one else noticed I was there. But I didn’t mind; it was okay this way. Until it all changed,Windows: A Place to Play,No one else noticed I was there. But I didn’t mind; it was okay this way. Until it all changed
