There is a ladybug problem at my mom’s house. It’s like we’re in Egypt…if ladybugs were frogs. Or something. (Please excuse my Passover brain. Those 8 cups of wine and two tons of matzo that are currently violating my liver and my belly were much more exciting on the way…
Even though it’s my 31st Passover on this earth, I am still both fascinated and baffled by this holiday of ours. I have said this before, so it should come as no surprise…I love the traditions of my religion. I love what my children learn about holidays. Before each one,…
I am channeling my inner Florence Nightingale. I’m all decked out in my gear…my white coat, my white hat, and my awesome orthopedic oxfords. RAWR. Yes, yes, I realize that our good Florence didn’t even wear the sexy white gear and looked a lot more like Ma Ingalls, but you…
