Heading toward the door, my kids stop whatever they’re doing and stare at my coat. They ask me about it; I tell them it’s the latest drop-off from Fran
The good news: I painted my entire house a deep teal blue. The bad news: There’s no one to share the house with
Mounds of laundry — and even little humps of them — in the hamper create an itch that needs to be scratched, umm, washed
By the time I came onto the scene, the extended family had grown so large that we spilled out of Aunt Vali’s small apartment
He put down the sefer and walked into another room. She followed him. She watched as he leaned his head against the wall and sobbed
Who needs all these Things? And what better time to dispose of the Stuff than now? Isn’t this exactly what pre-Pesach decluttering is all about?
