I inhale, trying to escape the horror in my mind. It’s too dark, and within the prism of reality, there is no relief. It really happened
How could I go without music for an entire year? I can barely make it through sefirah! How could I miss my granddaughter’s musical? I knew music was a no-no, and that would be the toughest test.
Was my child the only black-and-white thinker in the class who would be devastated when a gold-laden structure failed to descend from Heaven?
I know most siblings argue and even fight at least at some point in their lives, but I can’t imagine they do it as much as my children. Especially on vacation.
