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We spent months stranded in Brazil waiting for a baby of our own

“Those boys just understand each other,” I heard my mother telling my father once. “It’s not a typical friendship, it’s a whole different animal”

Nine hours is a long time to be hanging in limbo at the gates of Death. But that’s how long we kept our heads above water in the Kinneret

It slowly dawned on us that we faced a challenge that dwarfed even the business one: California soil was not the only one infertile

I thought about Shlomo and this story often as my life turned over, as my world ended

Somehow he manages not to be needy even though he can’t do the simplest of things: to cross the street