For the Love of Books

I love books! I love to read them, love to own them, and no matter how many new gadget-reading devices will pop up on our ever-changing technology market, I will not back up. Leave the books alone! They are eternal! That’s my motto. Maybe it’s because I don’t see well, or maybe because a good book is…

Summer String Beans

Today is three months since we lost my father. How is it that when your parents age, you realize how much more you should have done? I’ve spent two weeks in beautiful Israel doing what I love – studying Torah – thinking how is it that I’ve never come with my dad. I “sent” him…

Remember

Three months. Three lifetimes. Twenty years. Infinity. And all of this time in between. Half of my family – gone. Where are you all? Are you, really, watching over us? Praying is no help. Will you ever hear me, O Lord?

Making my Dad’s Salad Missing Him Crazy

A couple of days ago I was passing by a Russian store and saw white radishes. I bought one for a salad, not knowing that it would bring me to tears. You see, my dad עליו השלום, loved it. He made it himself for the last 20 years at least. He would be very happy to add…