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With tears rolling down my face, I tried again. “Zot ha’ima sheli. She’s my mother. Please let me in”
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From that moment on, every meal, and I mean every meal, was punctuated by passionate singing of the “Rebbetzin song”
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Who knows what she has sacrificed, this small, lone woman who embraces the Torah with strong skinny arms?
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The theme park that never rusts, never ages, highlights an unattainable goal of flawlessness
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Fifteen minutes left of 5777. This quarter of an hour has been planned, written in parchment, last Rosh Hashanah
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It hovers around the room, this helplessness, this vulnerable, horrible loneliness that makes us all so human
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Wow, I remember thinking. That’s so beautiful. She does that, like, every day?
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It was for a great reason, but it sure was awkward. I had to reach out to my new mechutanim before my obstetrician
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And then it’s time for the most important, most integral part of Visiting Day: leaving camp grounds!
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She didn’t realize how young she was until her son turned seven
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Summer Twos brings an uncanny state of insomnia to the littlest members of your family