“It’s just not worth it, Sara’le. To give in to a momentary urge to dress up, here in this world, and to lose worlds you can’t imagine, for all eternity….”
His mother-in-law had called a month ago to ask him to speak at the sheva brachos they were hosting. “You’re always so funny Kivi, you can represent us”
“I… how often are you thinking of hosting events like these? I mean, they’re wonderful, and they do bring in business, it’s just… whatever”
“Ha!” Atara bounced onto her bed, folding her legs underneath her. “I’m not dumb. Though maybe you are, deciding to try out for Mommy’s film”
Why do maps fascinate me? Partly because I love fault lines. The border between doubt and certainty. The place between choice, faith, passivity, and acceptance
“He’s religious. He eats only kosher food. Wait, I’ll call Itzik and ask him what we can feed this doctor”
