Target Reached – Freshly Minted Paralegal
I am on the cusp of finishing my Associate’s Degree in Paralegal Studies. I have my last final Thursday night. Then I am done. Theoretically I need to wait for the grades to come in,…
a soupçon of attitude and a dash of moxy
I am on the cusp of finishing my Associate’s Degree in Paralegal Studies. I have my last final Thursday night. Then I am done. Theoretically I need to wait for the grades to come in,…
I was with my son at the mall, starting to stock up on stuff for his aliyah. He has a long list, and we have thankfully managed to cross many things off. We entered one…
I was eleven when I learned about sex. My classmates and I had snuck into an empty classroom at recess, and one of them had drawn diagrams on the chalkboard explaining what a daddy does…
You know by now how much I love to read – and when I read I become personally invested in the story and I try to find something to identify with the main character. I…
I am sure my long time readers remember the immigration hell I went through after I married the KoD. Things were really bad at the time, and we were getting no answers from the immigration…
My youngest is turning 11 this month. When I was pregnant with him we found out early on that he was a boy, but we kept that information to ourselves. With the first I didn’t…
Just got an email from a friend who is making a wedding in Toronto, with guests being bused in from Monsey. A ten-hour bus ride. The family is paying for their friends to go with…
The art of the haiku is well known. You have a certain number of words and syllables in which to transmit your message. I never remember how many words or syllables, and my haikus just…
I saw this question on ImaMother too. I find it interesting that the person posted there and emailed me too. Hmmm. Or maybe someone else emailed me the question for the mailbag? Who knows. Anyhow….
Received this morning from a reader: Hi HaDassah – I have been pondering this issue for a long while, and wanted to hear your thoughts and those of your readers. I have…
There’s no way to understand the explosions in Boston yesterday. There’s no way to explain it so our little ones understand. It is so hard to accept the evil in this world. I cannot imagine…
My Hebrew name is Hadassah Henya. I am named in memory of Henya Sabo, my great-grandmother who, I have been told, perished in the gas chambers at Auschwitz. Down below you can see the wedding…
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