When I was very young, one of my favorite television programs was The Magic Garden, a delightful, low-budget, subtly psychedelic, locally aired show that featured adorably pig-tailed songstresses, Carol and Paula, singing, dancing, and playing make-believe in the titular Magic Garden. The garden offered a treasure chest of dress-up clothes (The Story Box), giggling flowers… Read more »
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All You Need Is Love, Light, and Latkes
I was never a theater kid (my mother will claim I saved my theatrics for her), but in the 4th grade, I found myself cast in the Hebrew school Chanukah play, in my small suburban Long Island synagogue. I wasn’t the star—some other child donned a fake beard and played the important role of Matityahu, father… Read more »
Holding Out for a Gimel
I was recently invited to a Temple Tots Chanukah Author Visit for my picture book, UNTIL THE BLUEBERRIES GROW. There was, of course, the requisite apple juice in tiny cups, bits of challah, and prayers, as well as an acoustic guitar singalong on the carpet. The song? A jaunty little tune, with a refrain that… Read more »
Opening the Door for Elijah and More
Not long after my grandmother died, I was a flower girl at my grandfather’s wedding to his new wife, Rose. I wore a Winnie-the-Pooh dress and a small corsage of roses (intentional?) along with my new step-cousins (Rose’s granddaughters), who, at five and eight years old, bookended me by just over a year in either… Read more »
Tu B’Shevat and the Magic of Trees
It’s Tu B’Shevat, the Jewish New Year of the trees, which understandably has me thinking about, well…trees. When I was very young, one of my favorite television programs was The Magic Garden, a delightful, low-budget, subtly psychedelic, locally aired show that featured adorably pig-tailed songstresses, Carol and Paula, singing, dancing, and playing make-believe in the… Read more »
All You Need is Love…Light and Latkes…
I was never a theater kid (although my mother might claim I saved a steady stream of theatrics for her), but in 4th grade I found myself cast in the Hebrew School Chanukah play, in my small, suburban Long Island synagogue. I wasn’t the star—some other kid donned a fake beard and played the important… Read more »
