Tonight is different. Because my father, at 77 years, is under the spell of dementia
You shake it, empty it, say Tehillim, and blow-dry the insides, but despite your best efforts the vacuum continues to spit out crumbs
Tzvi pushes out his chair. “You’re going to win anyway, Mommy, why should I play?”
During the decade and a half of my marriage, the process of making challah sustained me
But then, to my shock, I discovered that I wasn’t the only one who felt this way I had a dirty, little secret. I was mortified and embarrassed and didn’t want anyone to know. But you have to be brave and admit your failings if you’re going to work on them. I didn’t love Purim.
I remember feeling very scared about the pregnancy. I wasn’t at peace. I decided to do more
