Why do I fall apart each month, when I should be thrilled we still have a chance?
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
When you’ve belonged to a smaller community for generations, it takes just about that long to feel truly connected somewhere else
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
The conflicting emotions are suffocating; the joy of a young boy on the brink of life and the private pain of each person there
A t the turn of the previous century, my great-grandmother, Bubby Mina, would begin Pesach preparations right before Chanukah. Bubby, who lived in a little town near Minsk, would shoo everyone out of the house at daybreak and then begin her labors. Her first task was to take the two geese she had lovingly fattened
