A few weeks ago, I stood on the front lawn at my son's school for their Memorial Day celebration, listening to the principal play guitar and lead the students in the sweetest rendition of “This Land Is Your Land,” the flag flapping gently in the breeze. If you close your eyes and imagine a fairytale that takes place at a school, this is what it would look like. And like most fairytales, I didn’t ...
What Happens On the Hillside… Is Pretty Awesome.
One Sunday a few weeks ago, I looked out my bedroom window to a perfect sunny day. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I threw on a pair of capris and my silver Sperrys (the kind you wear with no socks) and headed to Max’s lacrosse game. Minutes after my arrival, the skies darkened to the point where I fully expected to hear a loud, booming voice, the temperature dropped 15 degrees, and we were in ...
Walking In A Winter Smotherland
It’s a funny thing, being Jewish in December. Chanukah came early this year. Not Thanksgivikah early, but early enough that it still caught me off-guard. Whenever there’s more than a week between the last night of Chanukah and winter break, I get cocky. I feel like I’ve been given the gift of time. But that feeling is very short-lived, because in reality, there’s only one thing that happens when ...