As a public school child in the 70’s, my Valentine’s Day often ended in tears. I remember digging into my optimistically large brown paper bag in first grade to find only three envelopes, even though my mother had insisted I fill out mass-produced cards for every child in my class. “No one likes me!” I […]
the calm before the storm
It’s 6:30, an hour after we usually start shabbat dinner during the school year, no matter what time the sun sets. But this is the first friday of vacation. My husband stopped for a drink on his way home to celebrate his last day of school, and the kids are playing a game which has something to do with Sasha and Malia Obama and Tinkerbell. Everything is ready, but no one seems to be in a rush to start dinner, least of all, me. I’m having a glass of Calvados and sitting quietly in the kitchen table enjoying my own pre-shabbat shabbat. It may be the most relaxing moment of the next 24 hours.
L’chayim, mommies. And Shabbat Shalom.