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Every emotion and thought overwhelmed me. Was this normal for a new mother?

I stand by the window half-asleep, the brachos wafting in with the wind

“Sorry,” said the friendly, helpful, knowledgeable sales rep. “Four-year-olds don’t wear navy leather shoes anymore”

He was friends with everyone. His only son was friends with no one

When I couldn’t smell the besamim, I curled up in my bed and waited for death to come

“Did you also call Asher’s mother, Tzivia,” I asked, “and tell her how wonderful her son is?”