Words Unspoken
They’re panicked about shidduchim. And the panic is contagious
Musings
Some moms are all grown up, raising children Mary Poppins-style. But the rest of us are raising our young while raising ourselves
Behind the Book
Some people have asked me, “Aren’t these just Hashgachah pratis stories?” They certainly are, but they’re a particular type of story
LifeTakes
A date. With someone I’ve been trying to meet for months, but who had always given me a no
Musings
I try to pull myself together, when I hear it. Somebody outside, strains of song. I open the window and a voice carries inside. “Mah nishtanah halaylah hazeh, halaylah hazeh…”
Windows
Here in Budapest we found relative safety, but our lives hung on the thread of maintaining our gentile facade
