We contemplate and ask sh’eilos and discuss and discuss some more; the bris is only a day away and we haven’t yet decided on a name
When she stayed with us, the sounds of her schmoozing with my mother was our early wakeup call, and the conversations continued way past bedtime
Was I married, I asked. Did I have kids? This was not a given in my 11th grade mind. And amazingly, baruch Hashem, I can smirk at that now
Talking to the wall takes the pressure away. It’s the key to fewer power struggles. “I’m not talking to you, Miriam! I’m just explaining it to the wall”
And so we moved out of town. Said goodbye to all the comforts I took for granted. Goodbye to everything familiar and delicious
As morning stoked light and warmth into the earth, I looked up once more, into the glow of golden sun, and told G-d that now I understood
If it was a matter of right or wrong, it would be simpler. But nothing is right or wrong these days; everything has six sides and three opinions
What are the things that I desperately hang onto, not knowing their worth or what binds me to them?
Who will live and flourish and grow within the hallways of this building, and who will die inside
The Bluzhever Rebbe did not allow seats to be assigned in his shul. “Whoever wants to come daven with me is welcome,” he would say simply
Before is your cookies and cupcakes, sesame chicken and sweet-and-sour meatballs, Wednesday night schnitzel. Roast on Yom Tov, a second potato kugel for Friday afternoon, and spel ...