Some non-adoption fun stuff

Being a Tuesday and all, I’m thinking it’s time I published a post my mother will read. This is, after all, still my personal blog, and I’ve been ignoring readers who don’t happen to live and breathe adoption and its related issues, but rather think my little kids … who just happen to be adopted [...]

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An annoying miscalculation in the blueprint of little humans

In a post the other day, I was blathering on about modifications I would make to the development processes children go through on their terrifyingly rapid trip to to adulthood, mentioning how handy a pause button would be and that I’d be happy for a rewind option.
For a little lighter fare today … since my [...]

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Sweet Polska

3 December, 1942
We had an menorah on the farm that passed from mother to daughter for more than 150 years, a praxis I failed to follow. I did not forget it, there was simply no room.
Zelik remembers it in detail, and the holidays it centered those first five years. Gitla does not, and knows only [...]

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