The Power of A Picture

“What’s her name?” “Yiddes” “Oh, you mean Yehudis?” “No, I mean Yiddes. It’s like ‘Yiddish’ without the ‘h’.” When I was pregnant, I was convinced I was naming my daughter Batsheva, after Rebbitzen Kanievsky A”H. I even caught myself calling the baby Batsheva a few times. One night, Shmuel asked me what I thought of […]