More than anything, I look forward to Friday night Shabbat dinner.
Frequently, Karen and I are invited to friend’s homes where we and other guests talk, eat, and sing sweet Shabbat songs. But when I’m alone with Karen on Friday night, there is a certain magic that happens — and I never know what form that magic is going to take.
This past Friday night, Karen and I discussed the book covers our teachers in Yeshiva Flatbush elementary school insisted we use.