Serial
Marissa’s eyes traveled to his maimed hand. She bit her lip. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” she blurted out
EndNote
Itzik Dadya’s Hebrew song “TAMID OHEV OTI” (That’s the catchy “Od yoter tov ve’od yoter tov, od yoter tov ve’od yoter tov”)
Tempo: Second Guessing
I take a gulp of coffee and resign myself to looking for a new Chumash teacher
Diary Serial
I feel the sharp fingernails of despair and frustration claw at me
Parshah
We’d be much happier if we wouldn’t judge ourselves by how someone else fares
Words Unspoken
I guess I can’t ask you to keep it open every week, just in case, but maybe I can