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They’d never have a real wedding, true, but their parents made sure they’d have a chuppah

I was once that girl, ready to sacrifice all that was familiar and comfortable in America to support my husband’s Torah learning

I took another glance at the blue sea just out the window, and thought of the Jews crossing the Yam Suf

“Just go shopping,” my husband said. He’s a good man, and he usually gets it. That day, he did not

Now you were swimming and so was I; we could swim together

“Would you make this house into a home for me? For us?” I ask.