Windows
I stand by the window half-asleep, the brachos wafting in with the wind
Family Tempo
He was friends with everyone. His only son was friends with no one
Windows
“Sorry,” said the friendly, helpful, knowledgeable sales rep. “Four-year-olds don’t wear navy leather shoes anymore”
LifeTakes
When I couldn’t smell the besamim, I curled up in my bed and waited for death to come
Musings
“Did you also call Asher’s mother, Tzivia,” I asked, “and tell her how wonderful her son is?”