This story hit home for me, and then, while reading it, I was asked that the writer had been abandoned by her husband after only 7 months! My marriage had lasted 22 years before imploding.
But, the notion of placing mezuzzot on my doorways in my apartment did really give me a sense of place so many months ago, when I moved into my funky little Federal Hill place. I loved picking them out, and then affixing them with the blessing. And now, especially when I come in my front door, and even more so on Monday night, when I’ve been down to Rockville to do my parenting routine with the boys, and I come home around 11pm, and I’m too exhausted to do anything more than fall into bed, the tree that holds the scroll on my front door comforts me.