Tuesday, December 6, 2016 Kislev 6, 5777

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