Nobody Talks About....

“Wait. This is where we’re staying?” 

Sori stared at her husband’s phone. Then she looked up at him, hoping she misunderstood.

“What do you mean?” Shmuel asked. “That’s the apartment.”

“The apartment?” Her voice rose before she could stop it. “For all ten days?”

“Yes.”

Sori swiped through the p...

“Pull over! Yossi’s throwing up!” Devorah shouted.

“I can’t pull over here,” Avi snapped, gripping the steering wheel. “We’re on the highway!”

The younger children shrieked. Sholom covered his nose, and Leah moaned that vomit had splashed onto her backpack.

Devorah reached blindly for wipes and p...

“Seriously, Dovid?” Yael’s voice cut across the room. “Why would you tell Yitzy he could come to Eichah? It’s already way past his bedtime. You never think about how your decisions affect anyone but yourself.”

Dovid was crouched beside their seven-year-old near the front door, helping him find his ...

“It was such a long day,” Gitty said to her husband, Shlomo, as she wiped the kitchen counter for the second time.

Shlomo sat at the table, opening the mail he had brought in after Maariv. He was steady, practical, and usually willing to help when Gitty asked. But after sixteen years of marriage, s...

“Ma, can we come for Shabbos?” 

Miri’s daughter’s breathless voice filled the kitchen from the speakerphone on the counter while Miri stood at the sink washing dishes.

“I’m so exhausted. I could really use a break.”

Across the room, her husband looked up and his face glowed. She smiled because sh...

“Honestly, I feel ridiculous even saying this.”

Ruchi looked down at her coffee, her fingers wrapped tightly around the paper cup.

“My husband is good to me. Really good. He compliments me. He thanks me. He helps. He’s not one of those husbands who ignores his wife.”

She gave a small, embarrassed...

“Do you even notice?” Yaffa said, her fork clattering against the plate.

Moshe looked up slowly. “Notice what?”

“This dead silence. We have nothing to say, and you don’t even seem bothered by it.”

He blinked, genuinely confused. “I told you the chicken was good.”

That only made her angrier.  “Th...

“Don’t put them there!”

Batsheva’s voice came out sharper than she meant it to.

Her husband, Zevy, froze.  One hand was juggling his sefarim. The other was holding a bouquet of carnations.

Not soft pink or elegant white.  Fluorescent flowers dyed electric blue, hot purple, neon green.

The kind o...

“Did you call the plumber?” Devorah asked, trying to keep her voice even.

Ari looked up from his sefer. “Not yet.  I didn’t get to it.”

Devorah felt the frustration rise in her chest. “But you said you would take care of it yesterday!”

“I know,” he muttered.

 Devorah felt the impatience rising, ...