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Tag: Growing Up
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November 6, 2008 | 11:35 pmLech Lecha begins with God telling Abraham, "Go forth from your land, from your birthplace, from the house of your father to the land that I will show you."
But why does God say it in this particular order?
If you've left your country of origin, haven't you already left your...
August 21, 2008 | 12:07 amNot long ago, a guy I know, a good guy who to all outward appearances seems happy and successful, replied to a birthday e-mail I sent him at work -- "go home and blow out some candles" -- with this:
"I'm 40-f---ing-8, give me a break. They tell me that's close to 50, but I refuse...
May 31, 2007 | 8:00 pm
May 10, 2007 | 8:00 pmWhen I began my work as a b'nai mitzvah teacher almost 25 years ago, I believed that it was all about the day. Everything I taught, every prayer or Torah verse the student studied, every reminder or nudge to study from the parent -- it was all about the day.
In these last few...
May 4, 2006 | 8:00 pm
One, two, tree."
"No, dad! It's one, two, thhhhreeee."
Growing up with Israeli parents in Los Angeles was often uncomfortable. I never felt completely at home. My parents were not locals, yet I was. They pronounced things differently with heavy accents: "Thhhhreeee," not, "tree!"...