What happens at my weekly Shabbos Tehillim group? As long as we’re reciting Tehillim, I’m fine, but once the chitchat begins, I’m out of there,
When Bubby’s cat, dog, and bird tricks wore off, she would eagerly teach me pithy Yiddish proverbs about the value of true beauty and wisdom
“May you be blessed with triplets this year,” my husband says as he grabs his childless cousin’s hand, pumping it up and down. I cringe
Zeide dipped his hands into the cut-glass bowl. Cupping his palms, he raised them high, heaped with silver, coins flowing, flowing, flowing. Tinkling, clinking, singing,
My natural state is usually sedentary, but flick on an Avraham Fried tune, and I morph from couch potato to spinning top
I will not allow Renana’s searing gaze to show me up as an overworked and underdeveloped frum mother,
