The fact that my parents are divorced doesn’t make me damaged goods

“...not many people know you, but Mommy, you’re my inspiration”

So how do I know what type of girl you are? you may ask. Well, that’s where my résumé comes into play

You won the bidding wars and you got the house. Congratulations!

I’ve seen the pattern. When you see a girl slipping, nebach, you’re suddenly nice

We know that you’re both in terrible pain. But we need to say something to both of you

Feel the pain, but don’t allow it to give you the false impression that Hashem isn’t in this tzarah with you

I guess I can’t ask you to keep it open every week, just in case, but maybe I can

I wonder what you would do if you read this letter. But I’ll never find out

And there we sat, you and I, for the next six Yom Kippurim — a wonderful “table shidduch”