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Missing out on reading with FL2W…
I missed the deadline to read this month’s books, and I feel so left out!! The first book is The Underground Girls of Kabul by Jenny Nordberg. It sounds like a fascinating story, and I have gone ahead and pre-ordered it for my Kindle app, but I’m wishing I could read it, and join in the discussion…
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A Very Difficult Sunday
This past sunday was the first day of Hebrew School for J. He was not excited. We tried, as always, to preview this transition for him. We told him about the plans the day before, but he wasn’t too interested in hearing it. We woke him up on Sunday morning, in plenty of time for…
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Second week of school, interrupted by concussion!
Our first week of school, our new kindergartener came down with a viral illness, and had to stay home for two days. Luckily, he returned to school without difficulty, and this week, for him, went smoothly. Not so much for his big brother. I got a call in the middle of the afternoon from the…
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Kindergarten, interrupted
Well, we were going along so well, with Days One and Two successfully completed, and no major meltdowns. We were enjoying a lovely evening at home yesterday, with both boys playing so nicely together, and painting lovely pictures. We were getting dinner started, and J climbed into my lap and said, “My head hurts.” I…
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First day of school – the afternoon
So getting on the bus in the morning went surprisingly well, and i had promised J that I would pick him up early from day care. I approached the multipurpose room with some trepidation, half expecting an exhausted and upset little boy. To my delight, all the kids were seated together at the far end…
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First Day of School
We have been anticipating this day for nearly a year. J started Kindergarten. But, he’d been denying that fact since the first day of last year at his preschool, when he entered the Aryot (Lions in Hebrew) class, and we knew that this was his last year at his beloved TI-ECC! (If you live in…
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Jazz – it’s all about balancing on the edge
I have played music, or sung (same thing, just using the voice as one’s instrument), from the time I was about 6 years old, maybe earlier. I remember hearing music from my earliest memories. Both my parents played music, in very different ways, and music was never always something to listen to only, but something…
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Restorative power of the Beach
I love the beach. and, we hadn’t gone last summer at all, and this summer was looking to be a repeat. I grew up at the ocean, for the most part. I suppose it really started in Sri Lanka, when I was four or five, and we were at the ocean, with reportedly strong waves…
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Africa! Ethiopia!!
I’ve been immersed in the connection of our kids to the continent of Africa, for the past month or so. Of course, they are never not connected to their place of birth, but, in the same way that my own connection to Sri Lanka, the birthplace of my father, has ebbed and flowed in my…
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Fast days…
At sundown tonight, we broke our fast. The fast was in observance of Tisha B’Av, the 9th of the Hebrew month called Av, which “commemorates the destruction of the First and Second Temples in Jerusalem and the subsequent exile of the Jews from the Land of Israel.” (from Wikipedia). Traditionally, all the other incidents of Jewish persecution – the Crusades, the Pogroms, the…
