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“I’ve had enough of recovering! I can’t do this any longer! I’m going to make Shabbos!”

I’m the kooky lady who hides gifts — in pockets, slippers, even in the fridge

 Decades apart, these individuals unknowingly impacted the way I interact with the children in my life

From time to time, the glasses slipped off and the panorama became markedly different

Here in Budapest we found relative safety, but our lives hung on the thread of maintaining our gentile facade

I stand by the window half-asleep, the brachos wafting in with the wind