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I wrote a list, then heralded the squealing children around the house as my husband joyously found one crumb after another
Windows
It got me thinking: When does a foreign place feel more comfortable than your birthplace?
Windows
I’m about to toss the dough when something keeps me back. Is it maturity, or perseverance, or age or time?
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Whenever I asked about their childhoods, my siblings gave me a “you had to be there” look. But on Purim I could pretend I knew something about it