She’d passed on shiurim, begged off friends’ invitations, wrapping herself in the new threads of marriage, tight to choking. There was that part of her that wanted her life to revolve around his. She wanted him to be her sun, to let all the other planets fall out of orbit.,
I wept. In a strange shul, with an unfamiliar crowd, I was uninhibited, free to access my emotions and come closer to my Maker,
It was a heady feeling. No longer the tall, enigmatic figure hovering on the fringes, I was now an irrefutable part of the jet set,
The recipe states “3 or 4 eggs,” but “don’t worry,” Mommy told me then, “this is a forgiving recipe. It always comes out.” And it does.
Everything seemed to be endowed with a strange and luminous intensity, as if all of reality had been reduced to what transpired within its walls,
“Two free tickets to anywhere,” the El Al representative promised. It was incentive enough to be bumped from our flight and diverted to… Cairo
