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Two Operations
By Ann Goldberg
Was she also here to remove some part of her reproductive organs? I very much hoped not. She was young and single. She hadn't yet found her partner with whom she wanted to share a life with...  1 Comment | |
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Skyscrapers of Lego
By Elisheva Channen
I have decided that the kitchen is going to be closed today, the chef is off duty. No fancy dinners; it will be macaroni and cheese. Today I am going to enjoy my children... 1 Comment | |
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Unclogging the Proverbial Sink
By Rosally Saltsman
Pound by pound, ounce by ounce we can lose the extra weight. Payment by payment and one less purchase added to one less purchase, we can pay back the credit card debt... | |
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The Magic of Cholent
By Catherine Roozman Weigensberg
The cholent request was, at first glance, innocent padding at the end of the message, yet somehow it seemed hesitant and cautious... 8 Comments | |
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Destiny Calling
By Annette Batkin
Several years ago, as my mother was fading, she left me with the feeling that it was now my responsibility to keep in touch with "the cousins." 2 Comments | |
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Kvetch and Stitch
By Seema Gersten
My knitting helped me through those long hours of waiting and watching. It was a lot better than snacking my way through his recovery. Today, he is, thank G‑d, healthy but I continue to knit... | |
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Open Your Mouth
By Elana Mizrahi
They turn to me clueless and ask, "What did he say?" I translate. We're all speaking the same language, but only I can decipher what he is saying... 2 Comments | |
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My Child
By Nechamie Margolis
My tears mingle with his as he protests his entry into this world. I hold him tight and softly stroke his tiny body trying to infuse him with my love... 3 Comments | |
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The Child Inside
By Mimi Notik
Yonatan made me miss the child I once was. I never got to say goodbye. Who dared to steal my youth and why did I not protest? 14 Comments | |
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Canoeing With My Daughter
By Gwendolyn Davis
Helplessly safe in eddies below, I watch her charge toward swirls of foam and rock She’s going to hit, I think, and I can’t do anything but watch... 2 Comments | |
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Therapy in a Box
By Sarah Zadok
I gave birth about eight weeks ago and this is the first time since then that I've had the opportunity to sit down unencumbered and type my soul into this ever-patient and forgiving box of wires... 1 Comment | |
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Be Where You Are
By Melody Masha Pierson
"What am I supposed to be doing with my days? I cannot go to shul. I cannot come to class. Shopping and other activities are difficult. OK, the hairdresser is a necessity." I surely was not going to spend them just thinking about all the things I would be able to do again, G-d willing, after the transplant. 13 Comments | |
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Getting Even with the Shabbat Candles
By Shternie Althaus
Time was running out, but I thought I would give it another go. "Please, Sharon, you will feel better by adding some more light to your world..." Unfortunately, none of the arguments won her over... 3 Comments | |
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Sacrificing Yourself For Your Son
By Elana Mizrahi
A parent wants only good for their child and they want only good from their child. You become so engrossed in doing things for them, saving for them, working hard for them; and as you fantasize about the greatness that you want them to become, you begin to forget about yourself and the greatness that you need to work on becoming 1 Comment | |
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We're Home
By Miriam Goodman
From the moment that we stepped off the EL AL plane and took our first steps on Israeli soil, we felt that we arrived home to new beginnings... | |
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Ceremonial Challah
By Yedida Wolfe
I pulled out the big purple cookbook that my teacher had lovingly given me when I set out for married life. I was working full time until I got married, traveling the world at conferences. I didn’t know how to cook... 2 Comments | |
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Mah Tovu
By Joy Krauthammer
Just as the sun rises new each day, I am rising from exactly nine months of grieving and trying to stand in my own tent. These were my first High Holidays in thirty six years without my husband, Marcel z"l, with whom I shared a tent... | |
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Discovery
By Elana Mizrahi
Sometimes I take my son out of his carriage so that he can walk along the sidewalk with me. He stops along the way, every couple of steps or so, picking up things, showing me leaves and fallen flowers. If he didn’t point them out to me, I probably wouldn’t even notice that they were there. | |
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