He’s done his job. Given her the food, though he can’t seem to shut off the annoying little calculator in his brain that’s calculated the total to be $13.50, the stuff that he works his hands off for
Why can’t I feel a little more… more something? It’s not like I don’t care. It’s Rosh Hashanah, for goodness sake!
Just 12 hours before flight time, my doctor put down his otoscope and calmly informed me I wasn’t going anywhere for at least two weeks
No Jewish woman is ever a stranger to another. There are some experiences that are universal unifiers, like pain and joy. And fish heads.
“The doctor does these procedures 20 times a day,” I mused. “It’s a big deal for us, but it’s no big deal for him. He could probably do it with his eyes closed.”
I’m the mother in the middle, orbiting between these contrasting worlds, trying to give each child what she needs while being sensitive to the other,
