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Her zeal is contagious; the women assist her in trying to crack the mystery of the hapless bochur’s identity

The child for whom I had prayed. The child who was not what I had prayed for

One of the women listening in on the call started laughing, in a laugh reminiscent of Sarah Imeinu’s. She knew there was no way for her to carry a child

The moment I’d anticipated for almost nine months would never come.

Tonight is different. Because my father, at 77 years, is under the spell of dementia

You shake it, empty it, say Tehillim, and blow-dry the insides, but despite your best efforts the vacuum continues to spit out crumbs