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<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Here I am in 5th grade (I believe) making challah<\/i> bread (I still remember that day vividly for some reason) … I am standing next to one of my friends through childhood, but I eventually had to dump her because she was so bossy that she would make her friends TIE HER SHOELACES. She was a mini despot. We were all afraid of her. I remember one day I was walking through our neighborhood with her and my REAL best friend J., and the girl stopped, with the weary air of a monarch, put her foot out, and said, “My shoelace is untied. J., could you tie it for me?” And J. suddenly found her inner strength, her soul, her spirit … her SPIRIT WAS FREE … and she said, quivering with fear, “No.”<\/p>\n
Our whole world collapsed. Or, no, OUR world didn’t collapse. But it collapsed for shoelace-girl’s in that moment. She blinked once or twice, staring at J., and said, ominously, “What?”<\/p>\n
J., standing tall now, on FIRE with her own courage, said, “I don’t want to tie your shoelaces. I won’t tie your shoelaces again.”<\/p>\n
I wanted to cheer.<\/p>\n
My memory of that moment ends there … I don’t know if J. and I ran off to her house, screaming in excitement, or if we had a big fight with shoelace-girl … but I do know that things were never the same with that shoelace-girl again. She had lost her power source. The spell was broken.<\/p>\n
But that’s a side note. Here we are making bread. I do like the glimpses of our faces here, we are concentrating so hard – so in the moment!<\/p>\n
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Here I am in 5th grade (I believe) making challah bread (I still remember that day vividly for some reason) … I am standing next to one of my friends through childhood, but I eventually had to dump her because … Continue reading