What a fool I was. I could have written something else and saved that paragraph for this year. Instead, I’d write something slightly different: Remember the year when we thought the pandemic would be over by next year? I remember it, even though the time that has passed since the beginning of the pandemic is somewhat blurred.
Here’s to all fathers for your dedication to lead, teach, act as a role model, and exemplify the love (whether spoken or not) you have and will always have for your children.
Life in our home could rarely be characterized as anything short of either a raucous party or a full-blown war. There wasn’t a lot of in between. The differences in personalities alone are enough to ensure that intensity is always the dominant mode when it comes to large families living under one roof.
He was dating a non-Jewish woman seriously, and when Sarah would ask him if he planned on raising his children as Jews, his answer was no; Judaism wasn’t important to him. Sarah had one question for me: how do I convince my son to be Jewish?
As a Jew, and as the representative of the State of Israel in Los Angeles, I would like to look back at the major events of the past year, and choose, from my perspective, the most significant.
As a senior living advocate and placement specialist in Los Angeles, I have had hundreds of conversations with caring children. The concern for their parents’ physical needs are huge, but the greatest worry, especially since COVID became an issue, is the loneliness and isolation they’ve endured these past 17 months.
On August 20, the Zionist Organization of America (ZOA) National President Morton Klein and Center for Law and Justice Director Susan Tuchman sent a letter to UNC arguing that according to the agreement the university had signed in 2019, UNC is required to “take all steps reasonably designed to ensure that students enrolled in the University are not subjected to a hostile environment and to respond to allegations of anti-Semitic harassment.”
I teach residents and medical students to be careful about using the word “forever.” Illnesses always evolve and bothersome symptoms rarely persist for the long run, at least not in their original form.
I must say it feels good to be back in print. Look, digital is amazing, instant and miraculous. We can post stories in seconds on our website. It’s like a popcorn machine that never stops popping.
Those who have read my weekly columns during the pandemic know that in the past eighteen months, I’ve essentially regressed into a 1950s housewife, as, like many mothers, my professional pursuits took a backseat as I quickly morphed into a chef, housekeeper, chauffeur, teacher, medic, entertainer and hair stylist (I rue the day I tried to give myself bangs).
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