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Gavi was homeless. Could we take him in?

She’s the level of nice that has always caused me to feel protective of her

Secretly, the idea of baking sourdough started — whatchamacallit? — fermenting in my brain

The memory of dear old Ruchel would forever remain, even when we were back at home in dull, drizzly London

Expecting our usual 40-second conversation, I was alarmed to hear an entire sentence: “Ma, I need help!”

He gave us one of the most beautiful brachos we’ve ever received, “May you have much bruchah, hatzluchah, and nachas”