Waiting...waiting....waiting. For the change in the air, the altered angle of light, the little signs that the season is about to change. They come small and softly and few and far between, but they will come.
Last weekend I met an amazing woman. She is the cantor at the synagogue where my nephew was bar mitzvahed. When she found out we were from Philly, she came over to our table at the luncheon to play ‘Jewish...
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Dragonflower says,
Very, very nice.