Was my child the only black-and-white thinker in the class who would be devastated when a gold-laden structure failed to descend from Heaven?
My speech was slow and slurred, and the midwife just patted my arm kindly, pitifully, and said it’s okay. Only it wasn’t.,
“There is a guy at the front door with candy and flowers! I didn’t open it but I can see through the glass!”
How many difficult moments have you faced — and then risen above them with every ounce of self-control you could muster?
It’s strange how all the tactless comments and stares and annoying advice never made me flinch, but this pinches me inside and leaves me feeling vaguely unsettled
Zeidy extracts several colored dreidels and everyone scrambles into place
