Slices of Life
At first, I pitied his abnormal childhood. I couldn’t help comparing his memories to my own
Slices of Life
He was just a man with calloused hands, shaping falafel balls, and making a parnassah
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Family Matters
He always thought of everything, so I didn’t have to. Now it was my job, and it was daunting
Family Matters
At a particular stage of my husband’s illness, it became clear that the shul we were attending no longer met our needs
Light Years Away
It seems that many readers missed the essence of the story
Light Years Away
Her son looks at her directly. He’d gone to speak with his father, not with her. He’d intentionally come while she was out
Follow Me
I don’t know about you, but with the completion of Follow Me, I’m breathing a tremendous sigh of relief
Follow Me
She appreciated her husband’s spirit, but couldn’t there be a balance? An unassuming desk job, with some side passion as an outlet?
Close Call
If you’re ashamed to tell people about the friendship, that’s an important sign that shows you don’t feel proud of it
Close Call
The more time passed, the more clarity I gained about what the problem had been with this friendship in the first place. And in one word, the answer was, “extreme”
To the Letter
As we know in so many areas in Judaism, the end is really just the beginning of something new, something greater
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