I thought I knew who I was, but how much of me was really me?
Watching my father go through this process when I was in high-school, I knew this was my messorah. I knew I had an obligation to keep it alive, in anyway I could. But I didn’t, did I? I was marrying an Ashakanaz guy.
To put it bluntly, I flirt.
After niddah, there is a new counting, and waiting, and the moment of reuniting.
"It was in that moment that I was hit with the realization that this was a man who had never loved anyone."
I know Gershon Legman held the opinion that limericks were not meant to be clean, but this is a family post, so, sorry! Or, you're welcome!
Yankel, who used to be Jack, got kicked out of his last club on a Tuesday night.
Spending the summer with my grandmother, who was beyond her time, made me reflect upon my own.
And then something happened. Something that had never happened on any of those other shidduch dates I had excruciatingly gone on.
