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It had been months since my son had worn tzitzis

“Hi, Bobby,” I said mentally. Then I froze. For the first time during the shivah, I felt overwhelmed

They’d never have a real wedding, true, but their parents made sure they’d have a chuppah

I was once that girl, ready to sacrifice all that was familiar and comfortable in America to support my husband’s Torah learning

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