I read aloud on Shabbat afternoons. My husband listens. Read More
What to do with the pain? With the need to hold up my head while holding their hands? How to settle into to life as a single parent? Read More
Things that make me laugh or cry for the sheer joy of it being here: the spectacular view of the old city, a nine minute walk from our apartment Read More
It took no time to adjust. Thirty years in that house and I do not long for the space. Read More
I was struck by the intensity with which the woman davened, head beat slightly forward, machzor open in her hands. She wore a simple skirt, a short-sleeved blue-grey shirt and sandals. She did not wear a hat. Read More
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