On Succos, we gather our crops, reflect on our harvest. In life, we gather our experiences, appreciate what we’ve gained
It begins like an old joke: a rebbetzin, preschool teacher, and PhD in Victorian Literature walk into a bar.
Okay, it’s never a bar, but it could be a pizza shop, Marshall’s, or Bed Bath & Beyond, and trust me, it’s no joke.
My grandmother had three daughters, and they couldn’t be more different. From their political alignments to their lifestyle choices to their shul affiliation and the recipes they favor, it makes no sense that these three sisters are the BFFs they are.
It’s not real life; in real life they’d call once in a while and see one another at family simchahs. They wouldn’t drive across New York to have weekly Sister Day, they wouldn’t shop for guest room linen, shoes, or Gourmet Glatt specials together. They wouldn’t sound like this when they shop:
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