Before every Yom Tov — hey, even before Shabbos, which comes every week, so I really should know better — I have these romantic visions of a family sitting around discussing the mitzvos hayom. We’re all cozy and serene; everyone is sharing their ideas without interrupting or doing their best to oust their sibling from the coveted
There lay the most wonderful gift I could ever have imagined, far better than any nosh or stickers or even a lolly
The braid is immortalized behind the glass protecting the mounds of articles left behind by oh, so, so many. Way too many
My husband, wide-eyed, can’t believe how I get it all done, and I just smile and bask in his pride
I still have so much to learn, so many basic facts left to garner until I can be a Real Mother
Don’t mistake me. I enjoy seeing new places and different cultures. I just can’t stand the means of getting there
