“May you always be this happy!” they kept on wishing me, and I thought, Oh no, please not!
Pangs of reality punctured my celebrating soul. Aha, so my chassan was pining for a thousand-dollar useless watch.
This was a viper, slowly slithering, evil, horror, mouth suddenly gaping, fangs exposed. The mouth of hell. The human mind found it hard to grasp,
Sara thought that Yaakov had become akin to the Shabbos lights in their dramatic shadow: zachor, yizkor, a quiet act of remembering, a lingering glow,
I would never be able to fashion my husband into the man I had hoped to marry, a man focused on serving Hashem and being a family man. But I could be his friend. And maybe, he would be mine
My husband got a brachah from the rav that if we bought a stroller, the baby would follow. But everything from shopping for the stroller to storing it brought me pain,
