Paging Dr. Husband: Confessions of a Jewish Doctor’s Wife
It’s 6:30pm on Friday evening, and Brian and I are rushing around the apartment, setting the lights, tidying the living room, warming food in the oven. Shabbos doesn’t start until 8:15, but like many other weeks, we’re bringing it in early. Brian is already dressed in scrubs and his backpack rests by the front door…