memories

The Straw Hat

The moment I saw it I knew it was mine. The vendor’s stall was a few yards away from where I stood under an awning to avoid the early morning sun. I looked across the [Read more...]

A Poem….

I decided to take a walk today along the path they call Beautiful Journey.   I love this walk because the flowers bloom in G-d’s brightest shades of Her pallet Even in [Read more...]

Pass Over

  I can hear the Russian accents shrayening Yiddish barbs at one another, “You draykop!” “You’re such a shmendrick!” “Of course the goyim don’t [Read more...]
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