Musings
He whirls from reach and shrieks at the slightest touch — untouchable from the youngest age
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?
