INTRO In seven long years, there is much I have learned to do on my own. But there are still some things I can’t do,Lifetakes: Walking Alone,INTRO In seven long years, there is much I have learned to do on my own. But there are still some things I can’t do
ON MY OWN Yes I had the whole main floor painted deep teal blue well just because I wanted to. But there are still some things I can’t do on my own
I t is the first warm Motzaei Shabbos of the year. I walk down the stairs of the large Sephardic synagogue that hosts the shiur I try to get to after Shabbos and walk toward my car.
They walk past me unaware of my presence. I smile; do I identify with them? I suppose I do. The evening is warm enough for him to just be wearing his white shirt no jacket. She has on her long skirt a snood and they walk briskly though slowing to glance at each other at some point in the conversation.
There must be a single sibling pressed into babysitting duty or if everyone is in bed the older children are in charge while their parents take a stroll down the wide tree-lined avenue. A few private moments discussing plans for the week the approaching summer or perhaps a brief recap of one child’s amusing comment or another’s dvar Torah at the Shabbos table.
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