I really thought that this wasn't going to happen again, but every time that I sink back to this point my rope grows thinner and my arms grow weaker. I don't know how much longer it can support me and how much longer I can hold on
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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