The Ponytail Story
My brother sent a photo of my niece wearing a ponytail. She was adorable as always. What else was I supposed to say? “Cute,” or something...
A Draft Unfinished
Threes. Things come in threes. Who said that first? Anyway, I didn’t have three. I had one R Rosh Hashanah. Somehow, Rosh Hashanah Always...
