Words are the narrow bridge across the abyss between soul and soul, between two human beings, and between humanity and G-d

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“Arggh!! Ma!!” Loud wails sound from the boys’ room.
“Oof, Mommy!!” Stomping feet march to the kitchen to find me.
I don’t know about your home, but in ours, we sometimes have a hard time with being rodef shalom. We’re more into the rodef part….
Arbitrating altercations is part and parcel of a mommy’s job, but what often irked me is that I couldn’t even figure out what was going on. I’d arrive at the scene to find one child upset and another one smirking, but hey, how was I supposed to referee when no one would say a word?
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