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My role as Bubby is taking shape as the grandchildren grow and multiply

Yes, I conclude, it might be that we are the anavim, the ones who don’t believe we are worthy

The veil hanging in my bedroom reminded me of all I had to daven for

I was traumatized; not by the birth itself, but at the belief that I’d failed: as a student, as a woman, as a mother

His brother reacted as if he’d seen a ghost: “The blanket!”

I carried the story of Tali and her mother in my heart throughout my childhood