Tuesday, October 21, 2014 Tishri 27, 5775

When it comes to sugar consumption in my house, I feel like I am running a methadone clinic. 


At the suggestion of a child therapist girlfriend, I tried a new strategy to help my 8-year-old exorcise his "angries."


During the Days of Awe this year, I have been thinking a lot about how I continue to forgive my defiant 8-year-old for the same infractions, over and over again. 


I made my first attempt at cooking brisket for our Rosh Hashanah dinner this year, aiming to create a recipe that would bind to my sons' memories of the holiday just like my late aunt's brisket is bound to my own.  

Musings of a Modern Balabusta