The trail was treacherous, the sun brutal, our water was finished, and one slip would mean plunging into the valley below. Were our reserves of emunah enough to propel us forward?
Trying to pay Bubby’s bills, I ignited a civil war
The days following the accident were the longest days of our lives, filled with questions that no one could answer
Could I hold it together as my marriage fell apart?
If ever there was a situation of b’makom sh’ein anashim, hishtadel lihyos ish, I thought to myself, this is it
“Let me ask you a question,” he challenges me. “Do you enjoy hitting your kids?”