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Beyond the Manger

My best friends in the third grade were twin sisters, Annette and Arlene Frier.  They told me that Chanukah was not a big deal. I believed them. Their father was a Rabbi.  

I was brought up to believe in Baby Jesus. I had a Catholic mass card imprinted with his face aglow under a mass of blonde curls and a halo. In my child-like wonder, I recognized myself in that face.

Forgive me, but I didn’t see a fundamental...


“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never break me.” This old English adage dating back to the 1800’s is naïve, very naïve.