That knowledge, that fear, is paralyzing, and is buried so deep I don’t often let myself stare it in the face
Erev Tishah B’Av. We were two (mostly nice, mostly good) Bais Yaakov girls seeking the answer to a critical question: Could we still brush our teeth????
Seeing the woman did not understand the expression, someone explained: “Gebetene — it means that the children were asked for”
“I eat cornflakes that come in a box,” he explained, visibly trying to control his exasperation. “These came in a bag. So I can’t eat them”
It is hard to imagine our elderly Bobby any way other than the way we see her: an old, opinionated, somewhat stern, yet always loving nanny,
Sure, they laughed at us, those New Yorkers, they mocked us, scoffing at our Payless shoes, nerdy white shells, and general lack of savvy, but we knew the truth
