Saturday, August 23, 2014 Av 27, 5774

I don't know much about Catholic saints. But here's why I believe in St. Anthony, the patron saint of lost things.


Since writing about my reluctant role as argument mediator between my sons, I have made a point of not intervening and watched these tiffs devolve into physical violence.


What lies parenting books tell, what fantasies they peddle. Except for one: The Blessing of a Skinned Knee, which actually has helped me use Jewish teachings to raise more self-reliant kids. 

Musings of a Modern Balabusta

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