Musings
I can wear those comfy Ecco shoes to the wedding and no one will ask me why. Oh, the sadness of it all
Musings
Why do I fall apart each month, when I should be thrilled we still have a chance?
Musings
If I cry it means I’m guilty. If I cry it means I miss my daughter. I will want to be with her. And I can’t now. So I won’t cry. I won’t
Musings
When you’ve belonged to a smaller community for generations, it takes just about that long to feel truly connected somewhere else
Musings
When our teacher mentioned imagining what we would be like without Torah, I don’t think she meant it so literally, but I have an overactive imagination
Musings
The conflicting emotions are suffocating; the joy of a young boy on the brink of life and the private pain of each person there
