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Letting go of that pot meant letting go of another piece of my mother

“It might be a free country, Jacob, but you don’t want to rub your religion in their faces”

    With my years of résumé updating under my belt, here are some of my thoughts on this basic element of shidduchim I hold the crisp paper, still warm from the printer, and an epiphany strikes me with startling clarity. This. Is. Me. This flimsy white piece of paper is Me. I may have just

What hasn’t faded with age is my memory of my grandmother wearing this hat during Ne’ilah year after year

She was now Chedva, my amazing friend. Also my therapist, confidante, advisor, mentor, technician, plumber, and doctor

The side effects alone have kept me on my toes — or flat on my back