I resisted. I was haunted by the world that was. A world that had burnt, frozen, starved to death, or fled to distant shores
The ambulance revved up. “We’re trying your husband constantly,” a kind EMT reassured me. “And we’ve got an emergency team waiting at the hospital”
I’m in survival mode, using every ounce of energy to keep my house running, have supper on the table and clean clothes in the drawers
We contemplate and ask sh’eilos and discuss and discuss some more; the bris is only a day away and we haven’t yet decided on a name
When she stayed with us, the sounds of her schmoozing with my mother was our early wakeup call, and the conversations continued way past bedtime
Was I married, I asked. Did I have kids? This was not a given in my 11th grade mind. And amazingly, baruch Hashem, I can smirk at that now
