It’s a small thing, yet it fills me with nachas that I never dreamed I would have
As I signed form after form with that name Sara, I pondered this strange predicament that seemed to bring me full circle
Everyone here is a living, breathing proof of the eternal miracle of Chanukah
Did they ever imagine that he’d be able to repeat a prayer in Aramaic, in front of 200 people, in memory of his father?
The flashbacks are constant. The one I’m reliving now is my husband coming home from shul Friday night, finding me in tears as I read. “Suri, put that magazine away. Why do they have so many sad articles? They should call it Meis-pacha,” he would joke. It’s hard to believe it’s been two years.
My mazel, however, has never yet helped me fill my bank account, my sheitel boxes, or my jewelry rolls
