Malky leaned into my father, “Should I call Hatzolah?” she asked as a formality, just to confirm that everything was okay. Wasn’t it?,
So here is the question: Do we wear gowns to the wedding? It seems simple enough, right? But the appearance of this question is extremely deceptive,
Anyone?,It was so close to Shabbos; who would be checking their e-mails? Even if they did, why would she want to help me, a relative newcomer, who didn’t know many people on the block?,
Awareness dawned. In seven hours, my entire family would be gathering for my mother’s levayah, and there was a chance that I wouldn’t make it,
It made no logical sense that I would be losing so much money in one day. And it wasn’t just any day, it was Erev Shabbos,
I remember Jewish guilt back when I was a “normal” mother, each night as I looked down at each of my six sweetly slumbering children
