Baruch haShem

When I walked into the kitchen of our lovely cabin in Colorado, Keane greeted me with shiny eyes. “Baruch haShem!” he said. I almost did a double take. What did my two-year-old just say? Will grinned at me from his position at the coffee maker, and I knew he was the guilty one. Trust my …

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One night I woke with a start, sensing that something was wrong. Sitting up in bed, I saw a small form standing in the doorway of my bedroom, holding a blanket and crying. "Come, Keane!" I called softly. He toddled over to my bed, dragging his blanket. I picked him up and hugged him. “Are you scared, …

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