And I? I so badly wanted to tap into the joy. Yes, of course this was my job, yada yada yada.
Bubby looked at the inscription. “That machzor’s a lot older than 1931,” she declared. “It actually belonged to Bubby Ethel’s mother — my grandmother”,Windows: Journey of a Machzor,Bubby looked at the inscription. “That machzor’s a lot older than 1931,” she declared. “It actually belonged to Bubby Ethel’s mother — my grandmother”
No one else noticed I was there. But I didn’t mind; it was okay this way. Until it all changed,Windows: A Place to Play,No one else noticed I was there. But I didn’t mind; it was okay this way. Until it all changed
A pre-Rosh Hashanah phone call. I hadn’t realized people my age did them. Those calls are for mothers and grandmothers, aunts and mature people ,Windows: Rosh Hashanah Phone Calls,A pre-Rosh Hashanah phone call. I hadn’t realized people my age did them. Those calls are for mothers and grandmothers, aunts and mature people
Despite herself, she is experiencing the kavanos that the rebbetzin had taught a few days earlier. She’s never felt better.
And then there’s my sister-in-law, who I love dearly, but who really solidified my despair of ever being the enviable “How does she do it?” superwoman,
