I am writing this at the age of 81. Your ages range from 16 to 23. You have never known me as a young man, and I will never know you as old ones. We share only a short stretch of time, perhaps 20 or 30 years, about a third of my life. We do … Continue reading
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I Love My Children but Miss My Kids
Last night I woke up around 3 a.m. thinking about my children. Not my children as they are today, but my children as they once were. I could see all three of them vividly: Adin at eight, Asher at six, and Dafna at two. We were living in Israel then. It was 1978. I was … Continue reading
