The sales director for a Fortune 500 company told a story that he swore to be true: In northern Minnesota, or maybe Wisconsin, there was a nursing home with an unacceptable and unexplained mortality rate.
Thank you for catching my fuzzy writing. (Can I plead heat exhaustion?) Two beloved delicacies, each representing a different holiday. Latkes are fried in oil, hence a tie-in with the miracle the rabbis invented to explain Hanukkah. (Thanks to Peter Yarrow, in the 1960s, for reconnecting it to the fight for freedom and justice.) Hamantaschen are the pockets, or maybe ears, of Hamas (booo!) although if you study the shape more closely, it's Queen Esther you might find yourself thinking about. The University of Chicago has been running the debates for 78 years (!) and they seem to alternate between December and March. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yO0wCiiY35g
I should have insisted that my parents let me go to Sunday School as an adult. I had to go from kindergarten to 10th grade and everyone else was a jerk.
The cool thing about being an adult is that nobody can stop you from studying what you want! (As I recall, most of the people in math and geography were jerks, too.)
Hamentaschen for Hannakah? That is new to me. I associated it with Purim.
https://lithub.com/the-under-celebrated-erotic-power-of-hamantaschen/
Thank you for catching my fuzzy writing. (Can I plead heat exhaustion?) Two beloved delicacies, each representing a different holiday. Latkes are fried in oil, hence a tie-in with the miracle the rabbis invented to explain Hanukkah. (Thanks to Peter Yarrow, in the 1960s, for reconnecting it to the fight for freedom and justice.) Hamantaschen are the pockets, or maybe ears, of Hamas (booo!) although if you study the shape more closely, it's Queen Esther you might find yourself thinking about. The University of Chicago has been running the debates for 78 years (!) and they seem to alternate between December and March. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yO0wCiiY35g
I should have insisted that my parents let me go to Sunday School as an adult. I had to go from kindergarten to 10th grade and everyone else was a jerk.
The cool thing about being an adult is that nobody can stop you from studying what you want! (As I recall, most of the people in math and geography were jerks, too.)