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 […]
My appreciation of shabbat has increased about a zillion percent since going back to work full time. While I’m not as traditionally observant as I once was (you know, before I married a goy), I take the idea of a day off from my job very seriously. While it’s not technically prohibited, I will not open a text book for 25 hours. Now I’m looking forward to spending shabbat doing the things I used to do during the week (and kvetch about, at that.) Here’s to a shabbat spent giving the girls a bath, putting away stacks of laundry, and just being home.
Here’s a Lcha Dodi I haven’t been able to get out of my head all day.