Musings
I’m never actually present at these alleged family meetings, but given my children’s behavior, I’m 90 percent certain they do take place
Musings
The first words I heard weren’t, “Gut Shabbos,” but “Only the Kohanim in the Beis Hamikdash were allowed to be barefoot!”
Musings
Some moms are all grown up, raising children Mary Poppins-style. But the rest of us are raising our young while raising ourselves
Musings
I try to pull myself together, when I hear it. Somebody outside, strains of song. I open the window and a voice carries inside. “Mah nishtanah halaylah hazeh, halaylah hazeh…”
Musings
Every emotion and thought overwhelmed me. Was this normal for a new mother?
Musings
“Did you also call Asher’s mother, Tzivia,” I asked, “and tell her how wonderful her son is?”