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I was shocked by that scream, and in that moment I knew that Bubby was human — and I could be human, too

Why do I fall apart each month, when I should be thrilled we still have a chance?

While I felt bad about my burned cholent, I wasn’t worried. Somebody would have enough for us and our guests

I hate traveling and I hate talking about traveling and I hate thinking about traveling and therefore… Hashem made me a travel agent

If I cry it means I’m guilty. If I cry it means I miss my daughter. I will want to be with her. And I can’t now. So I won’t cry. I won’t

We know that grief — so raw and bloody — is a traffic accident you want to look away from. Because it may be you next time, and you try to make sense of how short life can be