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He came to a Size 2. “Are you my bashert?” he said to the Size 2.

“Everyone is buying new shirts for the play!” says my nothing-if-not-persistent daughter

She furrows her brow and looks at him, “That one’s okay? I thought it has to have an OU-P, no?”

Tonight is different. Because my father, at 77 years, is under the spell of dementia

My mirror-self’s lips twitch, and then the woman looking back at me is laughing

During a simchah, which is typically such an exciting time, there’s often an underlying feeling of tension