While I felt bad about my burned cholent, I wasn’t worried. Somebody would have enough for us and our guests
We know that grief — so raw and bloody — is a traffic accident you want to look away from. Because it may be you next time, and you try to make sense of how short life can be
For a frozen moment, my eyes rove over the destruction. Shattered pieces of branch, a partially cracked car…and the kids!
I steal a look at the girls. They’re writing, writing. What about me? I taught them this, the words they’re stringing together so fast and sure
And suddenly I think, if my house is a mess anyway, why not have some fun?
He must have known that power comes and goes, that one day Poland will be coated in hollow memories, but Torah is portable and forever
