Yes, they are all slowpokes, and if only they would try to speed up a little…. But alas, the real fault lieth in me
It doesn’t help that I’m having this conversation in my own head. I know my husband would never let me buy something with this sort of justification
Knowing that hundreds of us were making our way on foot to the last remaining Wall made it all connect somehow. I had to come back
Every Shabbos at 8 a.m. Chaya bursts forth, waving her arms overhead frenetically and intoning some well-meaning but inane advice to all assembled
She looks old. My Heddie, my baby. The joke curdles. Hip hip, whatever, hip hip hooray. We’re all aging here in this old house
Do I have that same kavod? Though I’m dressed more appropriately, I’m watching from the sidelines and can’t even manage to be wholeheartedly present
