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About two months later, a new family WhatsApp group appeared on my phone – Abba’s Siyum, with everyone except my husband included. Dates, ideas, comments, suggestions and proposals all started flying.
When he was still in high school in Telshe, Maverick made a list of possible jobs he would like to someday pursue. One of those listed was “radio.”
My children in Cleveland set out to invite the P. family for Shabbos and, after a few weeks of scheduling conflicts, they finally enjoyed a Shabbos together and got to know these new cousins.
It is my family’s minhag, for many generations, to light the candles 30 minutes before shekiah, as opposed to the commonly held custom of 20 minutes. So I told my husband that those 10 extra minutes should not be an issue.
As time went on, he lagged behind in the usual milestones of walking and talking.
By its very definition, a museum is a building that keeps and displays art, artifacts, scientific specimens, or other objects of permanent value. Most of us probably remember school field trips to our local history museums where we ogled at glass-enclosed displays of times long gone. They were frequently dark and musty places, and often the connection between what we were viewing and our lives was somewhat tangential.


