Who will live and flourish and grow within the hallways of this building, and who will die inside
The Bluzhever Rebbe did not allow seats to be assigned in his shul. “Whoever wants to come daven with me is welcome,” he would say simply
Before is your cookies and cupcakes, sesame chicken and sweet-and-sour meatballs, Wednesday night schnitzel. Roast on Yom Tov, a second potato kugel for Friday afternoon, and spelt challah every Shabbos. After is the rest of us divvying up Shabbos duties.
I smile at the A+, but why, why did I pick some relative stranger in a far-off town as the object of my 15-year-old admiration?
Do desert islands have marshmallows? Please can it always be summer? The kids are happy, so I am. Throw some hot dogs on the grill and you don’t have to cook — that’s my vacation. Everyone eats them, too. The house is a happy mess — wet towels and goggles and flip-flops by the door. I don’t
It’s a boring place for a kid, but my kids are always begging to come to work with me. They know about “Mommy’s snack drawer”
