

The Year I Knew Santa Wasn't Coming
The year was 1961, and I was ten years old. It was a Saturday in mid-December, and I was with my dad at the Lark Foods convenient store he managed. I made 25 cents an hour taking out trash, sweeping floors, and stocking shelves with my father. The store was unusual in that it was inside of an independent meat market – Capital Meats. I don’t know how long the meat market had been in business, but in 1961 the owner Max was an old man in my eyes. He was also the first Jewish per


Embracing the Holidays...Without all the Stuff
I love Christmas. I always have. When I was a child, we would listen to the radio tracking Santa’s path and I would attempt to fall asleep filled with sugary excitement, the insides of my eyelids awash with multi-colored lights. The sooner I could fall asleep, the sooner I would wake up to the day I looked forward to all year—Christmas morning. For me, this child-like wonder carried over into adulthood. The year I was pregnant with my first child, I insisted that we welcome o