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 […]
It was a wet sukkot this year, and we didn’t have the chance to invite our friends to join us in decorating the walls. But we managed one good day of painting:
Here’s Ella writing on the walls of the sukkah. Can you guess what it says?
I’ll donate $10 to the tzedakah of your choice for the first person to get it right. Leave a comment with the answer (not in personal spelling) and your preferred tzedakah.
PS – It’s the second day of Cheshvan, and my second blog post of the month…..think I can keep it up?