I felt entirely at peace. My tefillah had been heard on Yom Hazichronos — — heard, and answered. The answer was no. And that was okay
I look at my father. There’s a fire, he says, a bad one. We need to get home, fast
“So, Ma,” my 17-year-old asked again that year. “Are you going to shul for the whole davening?”
He’s done his job. Given her the food, though he can’t seem to shut off the annoying little calculator in his brain that’s calculated the total to be $13.50, the stuff that he works his hands off for
Just 12 hours before flight time, my doctor put down his otoscope and calmly informed me I wasn’t going anywhere for at least two weeks
Why can’t I feel a little more… more something? It’s not like I don’t care. It’s Rosh Hashanah, for goodness sake!
