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I took another glance at the blue sea just out the window, and thought of the Jews crossing the Yam Suf

“Just go shopping,” my husband said. He’s a good man, and he usually gets it. That day, he did not

Now you were swimming and so was I; we could swim together

“Would you make this house into a home for me? For us?” I ask.

Suddenly I realize with a jolt why they aren’t coming back: I have been classified as a “difficult customer”

They talk about my “options,” as though this is a decision between vanilla and chocolate, not life and death