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
I strive to fill the hours, build a routine, drown out the seconds ticking away. But filling time isn’t living and I want to live
I hadn’t planned this trip. In fact, months ago I deliberately decided against it, when we received the invitation to attend the family simchah
