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 […]
Unseasonal, but probably my favorite post ever. From way back when I had time to be creative.
Leads to Mixed Dancing
My mother sent my girls an early Purim present – a Haman punching bag.According to the description, “the punching bag is filled with an ugly picture of Haman and the words ‘Down with Haman.’ The adults will love punching Haman as much as the kids!” (Actually, it is filled with breath. Mine.)
May I present to you, Our Friend Haman – a cautionary tale in four short acts.