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’s erev my birthday on the secular calendar. (Wondering when your birthday is on the Hebrew calendar? You can find out here.) Tomorrow I’ll be something-something. No, actually I’ll be 43. After spending the weekend with a bunch of young hippies at the Teva/Adamah staff reunion, it’s actually starting to feel kind of old.