Windows
“I’ve had enough of recovering! I can’t do this any longer! I’m going to make Shabbos!”
Windows
I’m the kooky lady who hides gifts — in pockets, slippers, even in the fridge
Windows
Decades apart, these individuals unknowingly impacted the way I interact with the children in my life
Windows
From time to time, the glasses slipped off and the panorama became markedly different
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Here in Budapest we found relative safety, but our lives hung on the thread of maintaining our gentile facade
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I stand by the window half-asleep, the brachos wafting in with the wind
