Zeidy extracts several colored dreidels and everyone scrambles into place
Every year I am a little bit sad on that first day as my children go off to a new year
Eleven months a year, I’m a staunch city girl…But come July, and I am transformed into a country girl
I was nearly ten years old, and some of my friends were signed up for sleepaway camp. To my limited knowledge, there was only one religious camp that we Chicago kids could attend: Camp Moshava. But my parents never sent me. Was it the expense? We were four children and my mother stayed at home
In the myriad of “coincidences” scattered across merely one lone day of my blessed existence, I know that Hashem cares for His daughter, just as He knows the location of every lowly grain of sand
I see them everywhere. Mothers and children, children and mothers. Mothers picking up children from preschool, hugging them close, reading the notes teachers pinned to little backpacks. Mothers coming to shul every Shabbos at Mussaf’s end, propping little ones up against the mechitzah, peeking and pointing at their fathers davening. Children going food shopping with
