How can one beating heart bear the pain, the hurt, the emotion, together with the nachas, the joy, the love all at once?
Through the open crack in my window, there’s a heartrending cry. “Mommyyyyyyyy!”
I’m taking the tools I used to heal years ago and using them to become a better version of me AS I look at my sleeping baby’s face, fear slithers into my heart. Before this beautiful girl came into the world, we were a boy family. Exclusively. Sure, they were a handful, my five
The newsletter is yet another reminder that I am on the outside looking in, that I don’t belong. But do I want to rejoin?
Try as I might, I still harbor that childish conviction that Rus and I are one and the same, that the megillah is referencing me in its depiction of dedication and complete subservience to the ultimate King
