A young child’s diagnosis of celiac disease. And her mother’s reaction.
“Do you think she’ll have it?”
My husband and I lay in bed the night before Kol Nidre, cocooned by darkness. In the adjacent room, my son muttered as he dreamed. Further away, my daughter slept silently. During the Days of Awe, I should have been thinking about repentance, and being inscribed in the Book of Life, but I was distracted.
He turned towards me, though he couldn’t really see me, even …
