I felt my shoulders lift when she spoke. I had the Rebbetzin’s brachah — and assurance — that I’d go far

"You’re going to go bankrupt one day because you don’t know how to treat your customers"

She unhinged her jewelry box and handed me my glistening Rolex. I put it back on, smiling

I didn’t want D-RAMA to just be a room of racks; I wanted it to be an oasis of positivity and encouragement

Central location, no construction needed, a price I could afford. It seemed too good to be true

“This is a disaster,” I told my mother after one near-miss with a dress and bowl of batter.

There was no real reason to delay my dream — except for the belief that I shouldn’t be doing it alone

Once upon a time, DRAMA was a fantasy. Now it was my life

the conductor announced the stop I usually took for cosmetology school. Instead of getting off, I rode straight past it

Maddie continued talking and I continued taking deep breaths. I hate this, I hate this