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 […]
Despite our green instincts, we bought paper cups for our annual sukkah party. I took out a sharpee so that people could label their cups, rather than reaching for a new one each time they put one down, and Ella asked if she could decorate them.
She returned with a set of what I like to call “Ushpizin Cups”, pictures of various characters from the Tanakh (Bible) who are “invited” to the sukkah as part of the mystical tradition of kabbalah. She came up with close to twenty different scenes.
Clue – he’s the little one, not the big one.
These almost rival the baby moses book. But not quite.