The first thing that went wrong that morning was I overslept. Turning over to see the clock read 8:03 AM instead of 7:00 made my stomach lurch. Of course, all I wanted to do was roll over and go back to sleep, but that would only make the situation worse. It wasn’t a normal Sunday. Pesach was tomorrow. There were groceries to be bought. Dishes to be kashered. Endless preparations looming in the back of my mind. I couldn’t relax; not for a second. Dragging myself out of bed, I stirred my ...
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Change Your Stars
Please note: this post may contain affiliate links for products I recommend. If you make a purchase through these links, at no additional cost to you, I will earn a small commission. As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases. At the time of writing this, I just finished reading The Time Traveler's Wife for the first time within the past hour. No, I haven't gotten the weeks mixed up. This isn't a review of the book; more a reflection of myself, of what the book highlighted ...
