Musings
I still have so much to learn, so many basic facts left to garner until I can be a Real Mother
Musings
Don’t mistake me. I enjoy seeing new places and different cultures. I just can’t stand the means of getting there
Musings
You may look back on the year and wonder, what difference did I make? Whose life did I touch? And will anyone remember?
Musings
My home thrums with the energy of joyful music, wooden spatulas drumming on my garbage can, and the thumping of sneaker-clad feet
Musings
On Pesach, Chumie counted Sefirah, on a transcendent Leil Shimurim she medically shouldn’t have lived to see. And the next night. And the next
Musings
Yom Tov ends, and it was beautiful, meaningful, but secretly, I look forward to routine and peace and hosing down the mess and sterilizing the premises