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Have you ever wondered if anyone else feels some of those unspoken thoughts that leave you steeped in regret and shame? 

While I groped for ways to climb out of the slump, I didn’t have the luxury of emotional space to figure out how to move forward

“The refugees covered every inch of space. Sleeping quarters were any place they could find that was long enough to lie down…”

You may not have made my shidduch, but you gave me hope

“Your task is to write a poem. The title is: A Thing of Beauty”

e eternal words of Rus the Moavis reached down through centuries of mother-in-law/ daughter-in-law dynamics to guide me