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“My shtreimel box will go in the suitcase, right?” my husband innocently asked

   Then I see the large white envelope, and I’m transported to a winter day some 15 years ago   It’s time to tackle the storage closet. There’s a layer of dust on the uppermost shelves; it’s been collecting there for two years now. I keep procrastinating. I know I’ll need to discard half the

“Mommy,” she whispered, “do you remember you sang me this song after my operation?”

It was a beautiful wedding, it really was. So what’s this pit in my stomach? Why are my eyes blurring?

I’d never claimed I could cook. How’d I become a famous foodie?

“Baalei teshuvah and geirim are hypersensitive to hypocrisy. If you’re going to work with them, be sure your actions and your mouth are on the same page”