It’s hard to believe that we’re already here: it’s the High Holidays! The season’s electrical bill makes me feel like they’ve come early this year, but as I’ve heard a rabbi say, “The holidays always come exactly on time!”
Since Darby was young, we’ve listened to audiobooks by Jim Weiss. He tells stories from all over the world in his own words, and one of our longtime favorites is what Weiss titles, “Things Could Always be Worse, a Jewish Folktale.”
Dear First-Time Camp Parent,
He’s home.
In March, Rafy, our three-year-old son, started talking about Mitzrayim (Egypt). I was awfully proud. A poster child for Jewish preschool, I thought.
Dear First-Time Camp Parent,
In the summer of 2013, J Camp introduced the weekly photo dump: hundreds of blurry but colorful photos linked in its newsletter.
We have all started to pore over the lists sent home from our children’s overnight camps. Eleven pairs of underwear, 18 shirts, 16 pairs of shorts, a thousand pairs of socks, and all for just 21 days.
Dear first time camp parent,
“Don’t Tell Me to Keep Calm; I’m a Jewish Mother.”
Welcome to Senior Spring. That’s what my heart feels, even if my head hasn’t caught up.
There’s a silly little cartoon I’ve seen a few times. An older man, one arm around his son, the other in a grand sweep before him, says, “Someday, son, this will all be yours!”
