LifeLines
“B-b-but,” I sputtered, “how could we give them a shtar mechilah if they never even said I’m sorry? How do you forgive someone who never asked for forgiveness?”
LifeLines
I’d like to describe to you my childhood, my mother, and my life as my mother’s daughter.
LifeLines
As girls wait anxiously for the right one and slowly, slowly lower their expectations, all the good boys disappear.
