I turned 43 yesterday, which is something I’m very grateful for. My father died when he was 30 and I am painfully aware that each year is a blessing. Each year brings new wisdoms and awareness that I’d never trade for a slightly more youthful self.
I love to read and have a diverse nightstand. The top book, All the Light We Cannot See, is gripping and sobering. My daughter and book-buddy Yitty read it and kept leaving it in strategic places so I’d start it. Once I did I couldn’t stop. It’s historical fiction, meticulously researched, set in World War II France and Germany. It will help you understand how a regular person could become a Nazi. I cried more than once, mostly over parent-child interactions.
by Yoni Schlussel and Ruchi Koval
Once upon a time, a very long time ago, there lived an exceptional ancient civilization. This remarkable community was very unique and was full of love, warmth, and fondness, and had deep affection for one another. While their days were very busy, as were others in their time, with the practical tasks of plowing the fields, preparing their food, and running their homes – they were distinctive in how they spent their free time.