Sometimes It’s Not Forever

In honor and memory of Liel Naomi Liben, z”l, 1997-2012. Every day when the bus pulled up, a foghorn emerged from the window. “Kachuga” it rang, annoying the neighbors and irritating my mother.  Partially fascinated and partially humiliated at such a hello, we rushed out the door – I was in junior high school, and…

The Best Laid Plans

Everything was set: the plane tickets, the booked chalet not far from the slopes, the car, the packed suitcases, and most importantly, our eldest, Natan, who was to look after Akiva while Ira and I went for a special celebratory week in the French Alps in honor of my birthday and our 25th anniversary. Murphy’s…