Why else would Hashem take the trouble to arrange such wild circumstances to ensure I buy this book?
Wanting love — it makes me human. Making mistakes — it makes me human. Learning from them and changing — makes me human
My home thrums with the energy of joyful music, wooden spatulas drumming on my garbage can, and the thumping of sneaker-clad feet
We got busy with summer and vacation plans and sometime when we weren’t looking the red plant grew. It crept along the wall, hugging the fence
When you’re not thinking about it, there’s restlessness and emptiness in your being. You turn the music up loud just to feel something beat in you
The days passed, and the caterpillars followed the kit’s promises to a t. They wriggled, they fell, they ate, they spun silk
