The Ghosts of Rosh Hashana’s Past
No one spoke. We all moved as if we were underwater. And somehow, then we had to make Rosh Hashanah.
Life As a Happy Single Person
I bought couches. They are beige, with button detail on the sides and dark wood trim. I bought a variety of pillows to go on them, chocolate brown and light blue—silk, suede and cotton. I rearranged the living room furniture (what there was of it) to accommodate my new purchases. It looked great. Friends came […]