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Will I remember who I was when I no longer recognize myself?

I’m not exactly sure, and they can sense that. They sniff out uncertainty like bloodhounds

Being the heroic torchbearer of Torah learning doesn’t always ignite a second grader’s soul

“I want my mommy,” I repeated, sobbing, while the visitors looked on, not knowing what to say.

But you see, I could handle boys. I would raise boys. Real boys

On Motzaei Shabbos prior to C-Day, I made a Master List that rivaled all the lists I’ve ever made