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My father is newly, blissfully remarried— and I can’t stand it

You remember last year, and the year before, when you’d pleaded: Please, may next year be different

What hasn’t faded with age is my memory of my grandmother wearing this hat during Ne’ilah year after year

But then you push it too far. You think you can stretch “happy kiddo” to chap arein Shemoneh Esreh

The migrating birds that make their way over my Jerusalem neighborhood as summer winds down will always remain my favorite

She was now Chedva, my amazing friend. Also my therapist, confidante, advisor, mentor, technician, plumber, and doctor