As her body waned, her spirituality came through. But it was hard to watch her memory fail, to see Bubby struggling with the simplest tasks,
I look at the shimmering blue Danube and all I can see is blood. In my head, faraway screams, whimpering children, takkatakkatakkatakka — gunshots, and blood
Anyone?,It was so close to Shabbos; who would be checking their e-mails? Even if they did, why would she want to help me, a relative newcomer, who didn’t know many people on the block?,
Then came the Shabbos I spent with a warm Moroccan family, where I realized I was insulting the couple by not trying their unique cholent
I’m crowded in, between Perfect Red Stroller, Empty Gray Stroller, Navy-capped Official, and my own unfocused thoughts,
