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“I thought the chances of it being a tumor were almost zero,” I managed to squeak

“Thank You, Hashem,” I whispered, “for choosing me from so many thousands here”: An adopted child makes the journey of discovery

My son isn’t Jewish but I send him my love from afar

It soon became clear that the sentiment was mutual. If Yaakov wasn’t eager to return to his family, they weren’t eager to have him back

Years passed, and each Yom Kippur anew I was tormented at the forgiveness I wanted to give, but couldn’t

As I fell into bed at 3:00 a.m., all I could think of was how much strength we’ll need to traverse the exhausting road ahead of us