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In the vintage ring I found, I seek an echo of my life   When I first saw the ring at the vintage sale, it was buried in a pile of gold trinkets. The garnet stone was so hidden, no light could catch it. “What do you think about this one?” I asked my sister.

New husband. New baby. So why did she want to run home?

   Then I see the large white envelope, and I’m transported to a winter day some 15 years ago   It’s time to tackle the storage closet. There’s a layer of dust on the uppermost shelves; it’s been collecting there for two years now. I keep procrastinating. I know I’ll need to discard half the

She’d hidden her secular past, but it was emerging from the shadows

“My shtreimel box will go in the suitcase, right?” my husband innocently asked

“Mommy,” she whispered, “do you remember you sang me this song after my operation?”