A Fresh Beginning
I try to think back to yesterday, and in my tired, hazy, sleep-deprived state, a funny thing happens. I remember nothing. There is no yesterday . . .
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Her tears quench the soil her children once tilled Along the border, their voices now stilled, Her voice rises highest...
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The three-year-old stood in her living room and carefully held the camera in her small hands. "Smile, Mommy!" Snap. We gathered around to see the digital image on the small screen. My friend was a...
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The little boy was so excited—his face shone, he laughed, and then he began to dance: jumping and skipping, lifting his legs all about the room...
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The children cut out a paper suitcase and four pieces of paper. They are asked to reminisce about everything that happened over the holidays, and to draw four things that they want to carry with them....
View ArticleA Fresh Beginning - A Lesson From Passover
I try to think back to yesterday, and in my tired, hazy, sleep-deprived state, a funny thing happens. I remember nothing. There is no yesterday . . .
View ArticleRachel
Her tears quench the soil her children once tilled Along the border, their voices now stilled, Her voice rises highest...
View ArticleA New Perspective - Lessons From the Sukkah
The three-year-old stood in her living room and carefully held the camera in her small hands. "Smile, Mommy!" Snap. We gathered around to see the digital image on the small screen. My friend was a...
View ArticleDance With Me
The little boy was so excited—his face shone, he laughed, and then he began to dance: jumping and skipping, lifting his legs all about the room...
View ArticleAfter the High - Internalizing the Holidays
The children cut out a paper suitcase and four pieces of paper. They are asked to reminisce about everything that happened over the holidays, and to draw four things that they want to carry with them....
View ArticleA Fresh Beginning - A Lesson From Passover
I try to think back to yesterday, and in my tired, hazy, sleep-deprived state, a funny thing happens. I remember nothing. There is no yesterday . . .
View ArticleRachel
Her tears quench the soil her children once tilled Along the border, their voices now stilled, Her voice rises highest...
View ArticleA New Perspective - Lessons From the Sukkah
The three-year-old stood in her living room and carefully held the camera in her small hands. "Smile, Mommy!" Snap. We gathered around to see the digital image on the small screen. My friend was a...
View ArticleDance With Me
The little boy was so excited—his face shone, he laughed, and then he began to dance: jumping and skipping, lifting his legs all about the room...
View ArticleAfter the High - Internalizing the Holidays
The children cut out a paper suitcase and four pieces of paper. They are asked to reminisce about everything that happened over the holidays, and to draw four things that they want to carry with them....
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