Tzvi pushes out his chair. “You’re going to win anyway, Mommy, why should I play?”

“Choose one,” I hear myself say. I suck in my breath because I hadn’t known I was going to say it until after I did

I’m engrossed in the squiggles on my screen when… crash, clatter, thump. I run and halt at a kitchen disaster zone

Not so, Dovid says. When you keep your pieces safe, you’re not playing chess right

Why am I holding on to something long gone?