Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
I was the stereotypical newlywed, setting up my best friend with my husband’s kid brother
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
Disgust is really the only way to describe her facial expression. And the worst part is I know I deserve it
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
My heart squeezes because he’s captured the crux of his problem: It really may be too late
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
WHY DOES MY SON CARE ABOUT A SPORTS TEAM, and WHY DID I SWITCH HIM OUT OF THE YESHIVISH CLASS?
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
She watches him fearfully as he goes to pieces berating himself: the self-blame, self-hatred, the regret, the desperation
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
“We can give Bayla a different role... Let the star role go to someone who deserves it”
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
Ninth-grade bochurim would huddle in a corner, daring each other to make the plunge and ask Mordy a question
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
How could Yaakov, an ordinary bochur with ordinary interests (sports! grilling! power tools!), ever really understand someone who’s so different?
