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By the time I came onto the scene, the extended family had grown so large that we spilled out of Aunt Vali’s small apartment
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He put down the sefer and walked into another room. She followed him. She watched as he leaned his head against the wall and sobbed
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Who needs all these Things? And what better time to dispose of the Stuff than now? Isn’t this exactly what pre-Pesach decluttering is all about?
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When I’m in a social situation and I feel uncomfortable, I regurgitate random facts. And when I say facts, I use this term loosely
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The box of cigarettes and the car keys bear silent witness.
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I realized there was a drama being played out that had nothing to do with the music or the dancing or even the wedding
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It’s not like we’re talking about things that are unimportant, we’re just not talking about the things that so many people are scared to talk about
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I was enormously vexed when I told someone I recognized her from the past and she looked at me quizzically and said, “I know you?
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Why do I feel the need to justify the depth of my sorrow? Why do we ascribe so little meaning to miscarriages, late miscarriages, and stillbirths?
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It’s surprising how much close scrutiny is required for a simple trip to the grocery or pharmacy