When you buy a house, you purchase the place that will become a home. A headache arises from a place deep within, loaded with so many what-ifs,
I remember waiting on the driveway for Zevi’s playgroup van when he was three, and his graduation to real school buses when he was five. I miss those moments of fun, when we’d wait for the bus as a family. I miss last year’s quiet, early morning talks. Doesn’t he?,
Though nearly half a century had gone by, I could still picture high school Suri on the other end of the line
Listening to Baba’s story, her words penetrated deeper than any mussar speech. Because Baba is so… real. Beneath her petite frame, my grandmother is a very powerful person. Passionate. No weak, hazy, beliefs; when Baba believes something, she lives it in every breath she takes,
I strive to fill the hours, build a routine, drown out the seconds ticking away. But filling time isn’t living and I want to live
But before I can start cooking, I remember the daily chapter of Tehillim I’ve promised to recite for the refuah of a young lady
