August is here. Can’t miss the change in the air, the chill at night. It’s midway point for NY/NJ teachers on vacation. I remember turning the calendar slowly, conflicted because conflicts aside,August is my favorite month of the year because it’s MY MONTH-
I staked my claim to it on August 7, 1949, that is, my mom grabbed it for me, as a gift to her favorite sister, Sally and since then she has graciously shared it with me and most years, my first call is to her.
For most of my life I choreographed my day, often celebrating it away from home, with new friends in learning spaces abroad- summer institutes, writing workshops, camps…
For the last 20 years, Tuvia has felt the pressure of supporting myB-day designs but I have calmed down recently. Sure, it’s still my day, but hey, I’m starting to feel like every day is my day and I’m willing to share.
I get a kick out of our Mia Rosenberg who turned 9 on Sunday. She is passionate about her birthday. She’s me, on steroids and I raced from Friday afternoon when the idea struck last Saturday night that the best gift I could give her was this video.
Can’t wait to celebrate in Saratoga and then back in Hoboken with the R-clan and watch the video sitting next to Mia.