If you take a trip into my house, you will find that each piece of furniture has a story. That’s because, for me, walking in to the store to buy a piece of furniture is so, well.. boring. (And expensive!). Scoring a second-hand piece that is both good quality and a good value gives you the excitement of the chase and the thrill of the buy. And the stories! Oh, the stories. Like the time I was looking for a desk for my daughter in her tiny Brooklyn room. The spot we had available was a measly...

It was 4am and my first-born one-year-old daughter was limp and breathing shallowly. She had a mixture of spots all over her and a temperature of 104 degrees. I was frightened and desperate. I berated myself, “oh why had I given her the vaccine”. It was less than three days ago that my daughter had her one-year well visit when she was given the MMR and Varicella shots together and I naively hadn’t thought twice. Baruch Hashem, my daughter stabilized, but never did I ever give the MMR and...

It had been a long, stressful month. My son’s condition had changed from chronic to acute. That meant that they wanted us to do surgery and they wanted it done now. Either way it would be life-changing. If we went ahead with the surgery, they would be implanting something foreign in his body. If we didn’t do anything about the situation, we were facing the possibility of severe life-threatening symptoms. There were no good choices. Clearly, the one choice we needed was option C. A miracle. I...