By Chana Kronfeld The New Yorker, September 27 , 1999P. 58 My children grew and flourished around tears and laughter View Article By John Cassidy By Alan Burdick By Atul Gawande By Lidija Haas.
By Yehuda Amichai The New Yorker, September 27 , 1999P. 58 My children grew and flourished around tears and laughter View Article By Alan Burdick By Larissa MacFarquhar By Phil Klay By Emily Witt.
By Chana Kronfeld The New Yorker, September 27 , 1999P. 58 My children grew and flourished around tears and laughter View Article By Rivka Galchen By Jia Tolentino By Malcolm Gladwell By David Remnick.
I, may I rest in peace — I, who am still living, say, My children grew and flourished around tears and laughter The last time the doctors gave up, When I die, I want only women to handle me in the Chevra Kadisha.
In a man's life Now, when the waters are pressing mightily We are buried below with everything we did, You who are lengthening your lives Every year we come back here, to Achziv, I, may I rest in peace — I, who am still living, say, My children grew and flourished around tears and laughter.
I know where that sentiment comes from: parents who were uncomfortable around tears, a society that tells us we're weak for crying -- in particular, that "powerful men don't cry". I reject these notions.
