I am just not a cheese person. It’s bad for my waistline, awful for my high cholesterol level, and I derive no enjoyment from it. But then I became a shvigger,
Her presence bespeaks poise and confidence, yet I wonder how much is a farce, and how much is pure, unadulterated bitachon,
In the mystical halo that surrounds him, the spirit of Shabbos is a tangible thing. His warmth swathes the crowd in holiness. It stretches like the sun’s rays, all the way to the ezras nashim
There’s a certain honesty, a candidness when you haven’t met someone. Almost like telling your story to a stranger on a plane. That’s what Lea and I were: best virtual friends
“Lady, you have nothing to worry,” he says, switching to English. “You’re in safety hands. I’m driving 30 years. Don’t worry! Why you worry?”
