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Your parent has been laid to rest, but the worldly possessions haven’t gone anywhere. What should you do with the piles of stuff? How can you avoid sibling disputes over who gets what? Firsthand advice from children who have spent days (and months) sorting through their parents’ stuff, often crying their way through the cleaning.
In Israel, building is a fact of life. Either you build yourself, learning to live and thrive in an apartment with a single bathroom (tip: get up before your teenage girls) and multiple trundle beds to trip over ... or you take the plunge and add a room or two or three to your existing home.
The first time I looked into a mirror — truly looked — was the day I tried on my wedding dress. I was shocked when I realized that I was beautiful — with my high forehead and chiseled cheekbones. I never thought I was beautiful; in fact, I was brought up with this rhyme: If no-one ever marries me — I don’t see why they should. ‘Cos nurse says I’m not pretty and I’m seldom very good. If no one ever marries me, I shan’t mind very much I’ll get a little rabbit in a little rabbit hutch.