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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

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

That’s what they told me. That just to lie still, to close your eyes and feign, that alone can refresh you

What happened next is vivid in my mind like a scene from a horror film

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