"I met my beshert 25 years ago this past March. I had just come off a year of not dating after a bad relationship. I was getting more comfortable with myself and what made me happy and decided that part of that happiness would be a loving, supportive relationship." ...
I met my husband 33 years ago at a party for a physicist I didn’t know. My neighbor invited me
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At 26, I was coming off a traumatic divorce that led me to distrust everything I knew to be true
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The kiss could have been in a movie. Fun, spontaneous, performed in a crowded room for everyone to witness. Unfortunately, I was not the recipient. With horror, I watched as my Russian uncle, newly arrived in the United States, grabbed my future husband’s face with both hands and planted a ...
“Someday,” my boyfriend David said to me dreamily, “we’ll have Shabbat dinners at our house.” “Yeah right,” I guffawed. “I
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"Adopting an older child was beshert— my girl and I were meant to be together. It’s the best decision I’ve ever made." ...
"The Rabbis do not teach us to praise or to thank God for the bad. Praise and thanks for suffering is a game for masochists and fools. We are only taught to bless the Eternal, to humbly bend our knees and to present this gift of our understanding to the ...
It was the worst day of my life. I was 18, a straight-A student, and I’d just been denied access
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I was a junior at Boston University, majoring in Speech Pathology, working my way through school in a variety of
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I always wanted to be somebody’s mother. Since I was six, I would fantasize about holding my baby, dressing her
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"I dreamed of certain outcomes. But it’s the ones I didn’t see coming that feel exactly right—beshert." ...
"Fred and I shared a love for skiing and hiking. We had the same values about family life; he took care of the children when I was busy with lectures and talk shows. He loved Miriam like his own daughter and ended up legally adopting her. He was a wonderful ...