Our Chanukah candles shone extra-bright last year. That's because they were the only lights in our house.
As told to Chana (Jenny) Weisberg
The sudden loss of a pregnancy shakes the world of a young mother-to-be.
Somehow birthdays morphed into a day of doors closing behind me with a final thud.
I knew Bubby would be leaving this world soon, and I was determined to be with her before it happened.
Now I listen to Dad better than ever.
I did not stop praying for my miracle. I wanted my grandmother to dance at my wedding.
I thought if I could remain in control of every factor affecting my son's life, perhaps I could cure him.
Our patched-together family is in some ways like our kitchen table – a merging of two older tables shoved together.
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For some people lighting the Chanukah candles is an unattainable yearning.
In my eyes, others stand astride a mountain while I look from a valley below. She wheels a baby, while I walk empty-handed.
Marrying off three daughters in 14 months was just the lead up to grand finale.
It is when we are broken that we recognize God as our true home.
On that Friday night, I got a vision of how I want my nest to look when it is no longer filled with little ones.
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A simple gift from her children teaches one mother an important lesson about love.
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She had always believed that one day he would sit her down and tell her how much she meant to him. But that day never came.
It's easy to love when there's no anger, no defiance, no impatience. But what happens when they start growing up?
We read inspirational books to reassure ourselves that kind and caring people still exist. Yet, so easily, we could be one of them.
Every time I hear it, my heart lifts. My mother is near and I am safe.
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Marriage has brought out my latent Yiddishe-mama genes. Suddenly I've become a person who frets about whether the kugel is crispy on top.
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My mother's tzimmes became a bridge from the past, connecting me to a rich and tasty heritage.