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,
I am just not a cheese person. It’s bad for my waistline, awful for my high cholesterol level, and I derive no enjoyment from it. But then I became a shvigger,
There’s a certain honesty, a candidness when you haven’t met someone. Almost like telling your story to a stranger on a plane. That’s what Lea and I were: best virtual friends
Those two days — May 24–25, 1991 — when in total secrecy and silence, 14,500 Ethiopian Jews were rescued and brought to Israel.
