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Yes, but what if? I pull on my apron, tie the strings, swish and wash and rinse

I realize I need to rework my dreams, change my goals to mini goals. And so I do.

I foolishly used to think that mesorah was only a chain connecting father to son

In the name of the greater good, I choose a pen name and share my story

    Me: “We’ve just had enough. I’ll explain it better when I get home”

“It’s Rina’s last high school play,” I sobbed to my married daughter sitting next to me