Linda Goldberg

I heard Mom go into the closet and take out her pocketbook, go back into the kitchen and then scream, “My money is gone. The whole $12. That was my food money for the week! What will we eat?”

Last year, at the age of 80, I asked the Four Questions at our Passover Seder. My older sister and my neighbor are 82 and 86, respectively, so I was the youngest there. The night before the Seder, I was awakened by the sound of crashing. I jumped up and l...

I pray that I will be able to take care of myself for a long time.

I am not alone. My ancestors are with me.

The Torah’s teachings, like the tree, provide support, faith and encouragement. The good deeds we do are its fruit. I needed to hold on to its support now as I remembered the prayers that were being said in synagogue for my sister.

My cataract operation was like my own little Chanukah triumph—my personal victory of overcoming my anxiety, and my universe turning from darkness to light.

What did I do last year on Rosh Hashanah? I don’t remember. It seems so far away. I must have gone to shul. I did celebrate with my family. Like everyone else, it seems like life is divided: before corona and after corona.

"When I was young in the Ukraine, most of the time potato and carrots and sweet potato tzimmes were all we had to eat. But Shabbat was always special."

Now, Adam is no longer with me. I go to our son’s home for the Seders and listen while each person has a chance to recite aloud a portion of the Haggadah.

I remembered you saying, “If someone, even a stranger, has to bend down to ask, you have to walk over to give.”