I took my big girl to college last week. We all agreed it should be me because I'm much less sentimental than my husband. The two of us had a lovely, if very exhausting time. No crying, multiple visits to Target. She's gonna do great, I have no doubt. But, as luck would have it, I discovered something while we were traveling together. I just might be a terrorist.
A Rosh Hashanah tale.
Here’s the strange story of what happened in the airport on my way to drop my eldest off for her first year of college. We were through security early, and more than a little hungry. As I’ve done dozens of times while traveling with my family, I left her at the gate with the bags, and I went to forage for some food that fit our various dietary requirements.