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April 9, 2014

Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Jessica Ivins: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

Dana Dovey: Coffee Drinkers Rejoice! Your Cup Of Joe Can Prevent Death From Liver Disease

Chris Weller: Electric 'Thinking Cap' Puts Your Brain Power Into High Gear

The Kosher Gourmet by Marlene Parrish A gift of hazelnuts keeps giving --- for a variety of nutty recipes: Entree, side, soup, dessert

April 4, 2014

Rabbi David Gutterman: The Word for Nothing Means Everything

Charles Krauthammer: Kerry's folly, Chapter 3

Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

John Ericson: Older Women: Save Your Heart, Prevent Stroke Don't Drink Diet

John Ericson: Why 50 million Americans will still have spring allergies after taking meds

Cameron Huddleston: Best and Worst Buys of April 2014

Stacy Rapacon: Great Mutual Funds for Young Investors

Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

The Kosher Gourmet by Sharon Thompson Anyone can make a salad, you say. But can they make a great salad? (SECRETS, TESTED TECHNIQUES + 4 RECIPES, INCLUDING DRESSINGS)

April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

Dan Barry: Should South Carolina Jews be forced to maintain this chimney built by Germans serving the Nazis?

Mayra Bitsko: Save me! An alien took over my child's personality

Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Ways to Save on Home Decor

The Kosher Gourmet by Steve Petusevsky Exploring ingredients as edible-stuffed containers (TWO RECIPES + TIPS & TECHINQUES)

Jewish World Review Nov. 22, 2012/ 8 Kislev, 5773

The class hears from the teacher's mom

By Sharon Randall

http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | One of my favorite things to do is to visit classrooms and talk with children about two of their favorite things -- storytelling and writing.

I love doing that. But my latest visit to Forest Grove Elementary in Pacific Grove, Calif., was especially a pleasure -- partly because of the teacher.

"Class," he said, smiling as he introduced me to a roomful of third-graders, "say good morning to my mom."

For a mother, introductions don't get much better than that.

All three of my children have surprised me with their career choices. I thought the oldest, for example, was going to be a cowboy for sure. It's all he talked about for years.

Instead, he's an actor. Go figure. I've seen him on TV countless times and I still can't quite believe it. But it's nothing compared to the surprise of seeing his younger sister and brother turn out to be teachers.

Their dad taught high-school chemistry and physics for almost 30 years before we lost him to cancer. When the kids were growing up, they used to say they never wanted to be a teacher because teachers work too hard and get paid too little.

I have no idea why they changed their minds. But their dad would probably be just as surprised as I am, and twice as proud, to know that they did.

I thought of that this morning, watching my youngest teach his class, seeing just how good, how natural he is, and how very much he's like his dad.

"Would you like to read a book to the class?" he asked.

"Can I tell them a story first?"

"OK," he said.

"Any story at all?"

He laughed. "Sure," he said.

So I told them a story about their teacher. It goes like this.

When he was little boy, I said, a lot younger than they are now, he had a ragged blanket that he carried with him everywhere.

The summer before he started kindergarten, we all took turns -- his dad and his brother and his sister and I -- trying our best to convince him that big boys do not take blankets to school.

"I know," he would say, nodding matter-of-factly. "But I will take mine."

It took all my powers of persuasion and a ton of bribes to get him to agree, finally, to leave his blankie at home.

The first day of kindergarten I drove him to school -- the same school where he's now a teacher -- hugged him goodbye and watched him bounce up the walkway to his classroom.

Then suddenly he turned, ran back down the walk, unzipped his backpack, pulled out his blankie and handed it to me.

"You keep it, Mom," he said. "You might need it."

His students all seemed to like that story, including the little girl whose granddad was his teacher back in fifth grade, 25 years ago, in the same room, and now volunteers as his aide.

Children are one of life's great mysteries. Imagine if we could look at them when they're newborns lying in a nursery, or toddlers learning to walk, or teenagers learning to drive, and see clearly what they'll do with their lives. Would that make it easier or harder to be a parent? Who knows? It might at least mean a few less wrinkles and gray hairs.

I wish I could have known that day, standing on the walk, watching my youngest go off to kindergarten, that I would be back someday to watch him teach third grade.

I wish I could have had more faith in the dreams I dreamed for him and his brother and his sister -- and me.

I wish I could've worried less, trusted more, left the ragged security blanket behind.

I wonder. Is it too late to start?

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