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“I won’t say anything. I’ll trust that just as Hashem hears my tefillos, He’ll hear my silence”

My brother and I were beyond consolation. How could we miss the game?

A more banal — yet no less critical — task still lay ahead of this beleaguered rabbi

A few minutes later, this all took a very personal turn for me

Ephraim’s weekly presence at my Shabbos table did much more for me than it did for him

With the hindsight of almost 60 years, I realize with sharp clarity how insightful and prescient my mother was