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In honor of Tu B’Shevat, the Jewish New Year of the trees, I want to recommend my very favorite book on the subject. (And no, it’s not The Giving Tree, which, despite the title, just really isn’t about trees. Thank God.)
Our Tree Named Steve takes the form of a letter written by a father to his children, alerting them about the loss of a beloved backyard tree. His letter enumerates the varied, but equally essential roles the tree has played throughout their lives; it is, in turns, funny, heartwarming, and heartbreaking. I cry a little almost every time I read it. (But a happy kind of cry, not a “can’t she just say ‘no’, even once, to that damn boy?” cry.) Steve, too, is a giving tree, but no martyr; he has given and taken joy as a clothesline holder, first base, campsite, smooching spot and (spoiler alert) sewage slurper.
I could say more, but your time would be better spent finding the book, buying it and reading it. Enjoy.

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