Finding My Voice
Oh, the guilt of an only daughter. You feel bad when you’re single and making them wait. You feel bad when you’re married and leave them all alone
Tag: Family Tempo
Acquired Taste
That was the truth, the decor was amazing — clean lines, but rounded edges for softness, fresh colors, big dressing rooms, room for Mommy and kid and carriage, a play area for lit ...
Principals, Principles, and Pliers
“But here’s the thing. We need this to go over well. Very well. And that’s not going to happen with a principal out for surgery”
Lost in the Mellah
It was a short boat ride to Morocco. But when we docked in Tangier, I was grateful to be with an organized tour
Where Dreams Come True
“Well, right now my job is to smile. Smiling like that for so long isn’t normal! When my shift is over my face hurts”
The Anniversary That Nearly Wasn’t
I was about to blow a three-year record with an explosion that would incinerate all my achievements
Let’s Not and Say We Did
“A high school kid? Ice-hiking on glaciers in Scandinavia and fressing gourmet meals? What happened to zip-lining in the Catskills?”
Jerusalem Mornings
The heart songs of these women called upon a few unfettered tears of my own that fell to the floor between my feet
Preparations
Rikki took a deep breath. “You may think I’m nuts, but I want to sit shivah in peace, not with a million-and-a-half small details on my head”
The Lost Voice
There’s one harrowing war experience that she feels the need to constantly repeat, as it seems to have left an indelible mark on her soul
The Grossmans Hit the Road
My son groans. My husband takes out a sefer. I run through the kitchen flipping snack bags, gum, and old Pesach cookies into a shopping bag
