The kids are finally asleep. The house is quiet. It’s the end of a long summer day, and it’s left everyone sticky and sandy. I have to peel my feet off dried ice pop drippings in the kitchen, and I crunch on grit in the bathroom. I fold the laundry that covers my bed, then
I missed the fact that everyone there knew me and smiled as I passed. It was hard to be just another nameless shopper in the grocery
Is there a reason the gas masks have been issued now? “We’re going to pick up our gas masks today,” I trill as my kids come in from day camp. They look up at me, suspicious. But the questions only begin once the boxes are slung over the stroller, and the instructional film has shown
It was nice growing up with a sister — someone to learn from, someone to lean on, someone to tell on
I didn’t use a Haggadah with commentary at that Seder; I didn’t need to. Reading the text from my machzor, I saw the story with the freshness of my children’s eyes
