I didn’t use a Haggadah with commentary at that Seder; I didn’t need to. Reading the text from my machzor, I saw the story with the freshness of my children’s eyes
But then I thought of the pleasure the journey had given me, the sense of wonder at the world My father led an exceptionally busy life. He worked first as a general practitioner, and then later as a professor of dermatology, in addition to being very involved with shul matters. He’d sometimes say: What is
Stripped of my sophisticated boots, my secret is exposed. I can hear the rumors, spreading among the shadchanim with the rustling leaves
Once upon a time, my husband learned in kollel and we lived happily ever after most of the time, at least on days when the washing machine didn’t break and all of the kids went off to school in the morning and went to bed on time at night. Days when things didn’t go exactly
I had been afraid that going to the Kosel would fill me, satiate me so that I wouldn’t need anything more
Our inner mirrors distort how we perceive ourselves and others as well My eyesight has gone through many metamorphoses as I’ve gone through life. It began with receiving my first pair of sparkly pink cat-eye glasses in second grade, progressed to higher-strength wire rims in seventh, and even stronger contact lenses in high school. I
