After niddah, there is a new counting, and waiting, and the moment of reuniting.
To put it bluntly, I flirt.
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.
I thought I knew who I was, but how much of me was really me?
Yankel, who used to be Jack, got kicked out of his last club on a Tuesday night.
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!
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