Vhat?, as my grandma Yeta would say with her Russian Yiddish accent. What is more than I could hope or imagine? When Cinderella puts on the slipper and it
But when I became a mom, my then-husband and I wanted to give our sons some connection to their religion, another feeling of home. I didn’t want to leave them empty-handed…
I ate bbq pork ribs, delicious Italian salami subs, wore micro mini skirts, and was told often, “you’re Jewish? I thought you were Italian”… I was living the American dream.
For even the smallest infractions, I want to hold grudges, if … someone cuts me off in traffic, returns my smile with a frown, does not seem to respect my opinion. AND yet, when I release my grudges on this minuscule level, it’s