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I don’t have an important job or say enough Tehillim. I can’t host so many guests at once, and I’m an introvert, and I probably don’t smile enough

He came to a Size 2. “Are you my bashert?” he said to the Size 2.

“Everyone is buying new shirts for the play!” says my nothing-if-not-persistent daughter

My mirror-self’s lips twitch, and then the woman looking back at me is laughing

I never imagined motherhood would take every single part of me, every last bit of myself I didn’t even know I possessed

I began working on Rosh Chodesh Adar. Not a moment too soon