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I pass my pekelach forward: Here, throw them. They’re for you. I’m just an outsider
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I have a home. I have a job. I have friends. Yet I want a baby so badly, I can touch it
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A few of the conversations I had with my children that got left out of the Parenting Handbook
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This is my avodah, I tell myself, as I rotate between apple juice, water, apple juice, water