“The game is called Presidents,” one of the French girls is saying, gesturing excitedly the way people explaining card games do, her words coming to…
“You can’t take this,” Mom said while she pulled my dear, favourite yellow t-shirt from the suitcase. “Why not?” I pouted. “Because it has Hebrew…
I am absolutely besotted with him. We went for walks together and he pointed out all the hydrangeas on the hillside. And I knew that…
