As Shlomo gets older, he’ll do what his friends do. If he’s not with a good chevreh, he’ll go off the derech!”
The child for whom I had prayed. The child who was not what I had prayed for
I know what a sad picture I must be to this happily married mother of three — the ex-wife who never moved on, who is still haunted by the past
One of the women listening in on the call started laughing, in a laugh reminiscent of Sarah Imeinu’s. She knew there was no way for her to carry a child
Should I have gone to visit you? Should I have ignored my concern that you wouldn’t want to see people? Should I have realized you might not make it to Sunday?
I don’t have an important job or say enough Tehillim. I can’t host so many guests at once, and I’m an introvert, and I probably don’t smile enough
