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She’d hidden her secular past, but it was emerging from the shadows

“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?”

“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”

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