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Inspiration
A Purim Story
My high school was not your typical high school. The teachers drove used Chevys, Toyotas, and Chryslers; the student parking lot was full of Mercedes, BMW's, and Land Rovers. Although there were many rich, snobby kids at my school, it wasn't like in the movies where cheerleaders ruled. No - the name of the game at my school was college admissions.
Continue reading A Purim StoryGrains of Time (and Rice)
I have recently become an expert - nay, a master - of white rice preparation. How, you ask? I don't know exactly, but my white rice of late has had the perfect balance of oil, salt, moistness, and fluff. It is everything I ever hoped for and dreamed for in a calorie-heavy, nutrition-light accompaniment to the delicious (and likewise unhealthy) sweet and sour meatballs I make many a Shabbos.
Continue reading Grains of Time (and Rice)To Grandmother's House We Go
We were headed to my in-laws for Thanksgiving when we lost our way -- three times. And there was no one blame but the GPS. The first time we got lost we were looking for the nearest gas station off the highway. The GPS took us to a dark, winding road. Five miles later we were parked in front of a house. Needless to say, our daughters had to "hold it in" until we reached the next gas station on the list, which thankfully was in fact a gas station.
Thanksgiving Food for Thought
To say that my six-year-old daughter is a picky eater would be an understate-ment of gastric proportions. If you wanted to count all the known foods in the universe she consumes you'd need only two hands and a couple of toes. One of the reasons this persnickety child eats such little variety is her unwillingness to try new things.
Getting a Spiritual High During a Financial Low
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Meter Made In Heaven
Today was a typical day: carpool pick-up, after school errands, and a trip to the local pizza store for dinner. When we got out of the car, I grabbed two quarters from my wallet for the parking meter. I handed the first quarter to my younger (four-year-old) daughter who promptly told me, "My sister can go first." "That's very generous of you," I beamed and gave her a big hug. (The girls love feeding the meters!)
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