Savta Tova is our family’s only direct ancestor to be buried in Israel, and I felt a strange urge to visit her grave.,
Mom refused to budge. “Behind my back you did this! I’m not a piece of garbage, you know.”
How could I go without music for an entire year? I can barely make it through sefirah! How could I miss my granddaughter’s musical? I knew music was a no-no, and that would be the toughest test.
I know most siblings argue and even fight at least at some point in their lives, but I can’t imagine they do it as much as my children. Especially on vacation.
As we crossed the living room threshold, we were greeted by a jungle. A multitude of pots and planters filled with clambering flora.
