When every Melanie and Karen and Cindy started to be called Michal and Rivka and Chaya, I realized I’d taken for granted the treasure I’d been given
I steal a look at the girls. They’re writing, writing. What about me? I taught them this, the words they’re stringing together so fast and sure
And suddenly I think, if my house is a mess anyway, why not have some fun?
When you’ve belonged to a smaller community for generations, it takes just about that long to feel truly connected somewhere else
When our teacher mentioned imagining what we would be like without Torah, I don’t think she meant it so literally, but I have an overactive imagination
He must have known that power comes and goes, that one day Poland will be coated in hollow memories, but Torah is portable and forever
