Every Jewish child, even the greatest menace, is inherently holy and good
“C’mon, I’m also tired, but I’m still moving. There’s no excuse for you to be sitting here immobile.”
Lest you think that sounds like I’m chastising my teenager, I was actually rebuking my cranky washing machine. I talk to inanimate objects.
“You can do it!” I encourage my old car as it gathers the power to make it up a hill. I’ve also been known to have long one-sided conversations with other cars on the street even though my windows are closed and they can’t hear me.
But mostly I talk to myself. “It’s okay, Faigele,” I tell myself when I’m so tired I feel like I’m going to implode. “Soon you’ll go to sleep. Right now, just push a little bit further.”
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