It made no logical sense that I would be losing so much money in one day. And it wasn’t just any day, it was Erev Shabbos,
I remember Jewish guilt back when I was a “normal” mother, each night as I looked down at each of my six sweetly slumbering children
Though nearly half a century had gone by, I could still picture high school Suri on the other end of the line
The same group of toddlers who had spent three weeks belting out the repertoire at home now sat squirming in silence on their mothers’ laps,
Listening to Baba’s story, her words penetrated deeper than any mussar speech. Because Baba is so… real. Beneath her petite frame, my grandmother is a very powerful person. Passionate. No weak, hazy, beliefs; when Baba believes something, she lives it in every breath she takes,
The system of tying “sitting next to Mommy or Tatty” to “serving and clearing up for Mommy and Tatty” taught my children that privilege is tied to responsibility, and while fighting over the right to the best seat didn’t go away entirely, it was dramatically reduced
