Thursday, November 27, 2014 Kislev 5, 5775

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.  


This week, I got a triple dose of my youngest son's yetzer hara, the evil side of his impressive iron will. 

Musings of a Modern Balabusta