Windows
It’s another thing that was trodden upon by the foxes who roamed the desolation of the Har Habayis — the ability to look at the other and see the image of God
Words Unspoken
I want to look into those eyes and say: I know your pain, I know it well
Musings
Babi was out. Grandma was also out. Bubby for sure was out. Bubby was the stuff of tales from the alte heim
Windows
Was I emotionally ready to move on, to actually remove my husband’s books and papers that hadn’t been touched in years?
Words Unspoken
I wasn’t sure what to tell you, and, more importantly, when and how to tell you
