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My daughter the Bride was born at 6:02 in the evening 36 years ago on this day! It was a beautiful sunny September day, in fact Bob took a little time that weekend to staff the medical tent at the Josh Billings run aground race. It took me awhile, but I finally forgave him for leaving me alone in the hospital.

And forgiveness is what Rosh Hashanah is all about. We listened to the shofar this morning at the family service. It’s the start of a new year and the slate is wiped clean. We say we are sorry for words or actions that may have hurt others. Some find it easy to say, “I’m sorry,” it rolls off the tongue or may include an eye roll. It becomes meaningless. 

When I was in Catholic school, we went to confession every Friday. We only had to tell a priest and say some prayers to get right again with God. Jewish people everywhere have only one shot a year to dig deep and seek out those they may have harmed. 

It’s only ten days of reflection, before Yom Kippur, but we need to be inscribed in the Book of Life. It’s an intense period of time. So if my words were in any way hurtful my dear readers, please forgive me. My intention with this blog is to keep my family and old Jersey friends and new friends close and speak my truth. 

I’m grateful for this New Year and for my wonderful daughter. She not only brings her Daddy milkshakes, she downloads podcasts and juggles a husband, children and a pretty insane job. Happy New Year to all and Happy Birthday sweet girl. We are all striving to be happy.