Abre Los Manos
Genetics, man.
Thank God for genetics.
Those little chromosomes deliver unexpected gifts at times.
Like today.
I went to Mollie’s house.
She’s ninety.
My bubbie’s little sister.
They have the same exact hands and I never realized that until today.
I mean, why would I?
But Bubbie has been dead since January and it’s nice to see her hands again.
So nice.
Mollie is sitting next to me as I write this and she’s reading my new book Love Looks Like This.
Although I make everyone else in my family buy it if they want to see it, I gave her my personal copy.
I really loved her as a kid, and of course I still do, so, she deserves it.
She read it twice from beginning to end and now she’s fixated on the front cover.
And get this, she just said, “Ohh! These long shadows. I see what you mean now. Love looks like this. Love is endless.”
That wasn’t my intended message when I designed the cover but nevertheless, she’s right.
Love is endless.
(And so are post-Passover matzah crumbs)
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