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I wasn’t sure how my appearance would go over with the old crowd. I was certain that my new style would trigger confrontational questions, maybe even mockery

Add good food, company, and a story retold for generations, and you have the scene set for the tale of Zeidy z”l and the walnut

Year after year, as this scene repeated itself, a piece of my heart would crack. And then, lonely despite the small hands in mine, I’d start the short walk home

Can I, too, be created anew? Perhaps I can tap into the power of the day and become a new creation, sans impatience

“The mekubal said to stop worrying so much. It’s not as bad as you think. You need more bitachon”

I’d taken many of my children to their first day of first grade. But today was different