Rayzel Reich

Teens and Twenties

It All Comes Out In The Wash

By Rayzel Reich

This past Friday it was finally almost official. It was going to happen. Be’ezras Hashem.

Teens and Twenties

In Your Hands

By Rayzel Reich

The sounds and scents of the kitchen are cozy, familiar, but loud in the silence.

Features

We had just moved to Boro Park, fresh from the DP camps. The community was new and small, but we were settling in nicely. I knew how fortunate I was to have almost my whole family survive; most had so much less. Our family was a draw for many who needed that familiar feeling of home. One Shabbos afternoon I answered the door to find one such friend and a couple I did not recognize.

Teens and Twenties

Wrapped

By Rayzel Reich

I didn’t need that much garlic. After all… how much garlic, exactly, could I put into the chicken without overdoing it? But something made me leave the white, rounded head on the counter after cracking off a few bulbs, rather than putting it back in the fridge. Maybe I’d need more.

Potpourri

Flaming Glory

By Rayzel Reich

I stare, and I stare, trying to connect to those deep, seeing, eyes, to the wisdom and depth within that face. And all I can think, murmurs sliding in a circle through my mind - is, hadras panim... hadras panim... hadras panim...

Teens and Twenties

Canvas

By Rayzel Reich

"...will the kid say, 'Oh, I'm walking into the strange house, just like Goldilocks?! Maybe the kid will think..” Apparently I had walked into a family discussion of the pros and cons of reading fairy tales to children.

Features On The Jewish World / Lessons In Emunah

These I Shall Remember

By Rayzel Reich

It was Moishele, and Itche, and me. We did everything together. We even made our own language, which only we understood. In shul they jokingly called us “the troika,” after the three bishops whose authority extended across Poland.