I thought I knew who I was, but how much of me was really me?
It was my last learning session with my kallah teacher, the woman who was responsible to teach me all the...
And then something happened. Something that had never happened on any of those other shidduch dates I had excruciatingly gone on.
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."
Yankel, who used to be Jack, got kicked out of his last club on a Tuesday night.
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.
Spending the summer with my grandmother, who was beyond her time, made me reflect upon my own.