Not for Human Consumption
I’m crying today as I say the blessing. A dear woman, wife of a dear friend of my husband’s, only 38 years old has passed away leaving orphans and devastation. It’s beyond comprehension. I think of their Tatty trying to explain. I can’t control my tears. I say the blessing on my challah – and I don’t even know what I’m praying for today – only to feel the connection, to feel Hashem’s love. And as I remove the piece of dough, and carefully wrap it up so I don’t confuse it with