Mishpacha Magazine

Waiting

I will do this, I tell myself sternly as I add lavender-scented fabric softener to the load of clothing. And I will do this right

Yes, they had heard the Purim story. No, they would not be keeping Purim — at least not in the traditional way

I wouldn’t really do that. I know I wouldn’t. It was just a fleeting thought that I shoved aside because I am so incredibly curious

I wonder if that’s his secret. I wonder if he’s still feeding off his mother’s smile, or her energy, or her joy

Suddenly, the tears started to fall. But he’s my son, I told myself. I worked so hard to raise him. Why is he so happy to run off?

“You think it’ll get better when she grows up, right? Nope, then you’ll just be up at night worrying instead”

Exaggerating my youthful naïveté had been my standard way to deal with Israeli bureaucracy during all the years we lived in Israel

But the best was yet to come. Deep down, at the very bottom of the treasure trove, was something I did not even know existed

I hear the rest of her sentence, unsaid words like knives of ice. A few minutes later, and it would’ve been over,Lif ...

We sat back and watched Leah’s strong hands rip open and slice the fish as she had been doing for more than 50 ...

The whole world was spinning, I saw myself turning in a kaleidoscope of hats, gloves, and spraying snow. And then it ...