My old neighbor Sheva’le is in her forties, wears a sheitel, and has all the vivaciousness of an 11-year-old
It turns out, the cousin in charge of implementing Aunt Suzanna’s carefully arranged cremation plan was on a safari in Zimbabwe — with no cell phone,
There’s no supper, not in the oven, not in the fridge — not even on the agenda — as I enter my apartment at 5:30 p.m.
No need to ask Ma for help — in any case, Ma can’t remember where Ma put anything so long ago, before Pesach arrived and all that cooking started… so good luck and happy hunting!,
He knew when I was sick with cancer, and always seemed concerned about how I felt. “How you feel? Good? Your family? Good? Everything good?”
If frum women produced Disney movies, the song “Dreams Come True” would have a stanza about a Pesach kitchen,Windows
