Selfless giving My son came home from gan yesterday with a beautiful three-dimensional picture. Standing up on the paper was a cardboard toilet paper roll decorated to look like a tree. A young boy sat among its branches. Next to the tree was a blob with an old man drawn by my son sitting on it. I knew it was an illustration of the children's book The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein even before I read the caption on the paper. My daughter in seventh grade came home from school the day before that bubbling with the news that a group of girls in her class would be performing a play for a near-by gan in honor of Tu B'shvat. "We're doing HaEtz HaNadeev (The Giving Tree)," she told me. Tis the season. With Tu B'shvat around the corner, anything that has a tree in it is fair game. Read the rest of this blog »

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