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Read about a place where you can pay someone else so that you can do hard labor and speak Yiddish. No, seriously.
A number of years ago I got on a kick that I wanted to learn Yiddish. Unfortunately I am terrible at languages. This lack of talent, combined with a mediocre (i.e. bad) teacher, and I didn’t learn much. For a brief period I knew how to read it and I finally had a deep understanding for the reason Jews speak in the opposite pattern of waspy folks. Subject first, information second. I did learn a few words, but I probably learned the most useful words from The Joys of Yiddish. In modern America and Jewish society, one only needs to know about 50 terms and phrases to be considered moderately fluent. Actually speaking in sentences? That’s what my grandparents did when they didn’t want us to understand what they were saying.
These days I can’t imagine why I thought it would be so useful to learn to speak Yiddish – over Modern Hebrew. Apparently there are others currently with enough reason to plonk down a couple grand for the experience. No, seriously.
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Little kids, little problems. Big kids, big problems. I remember the early days of motherhood when this was new information to me.
However, I didn’t think I’d experience addiction issues with my child – if at all – until she became a teenager. Instead, this past week she has bounced from party to party, including three yesterday. “Slash” couldn’t keep her eyes open or her head up, under the influence of the parties’ libations. She still insisted we drag her to the last party. She had to take a disco nap just to go. But once we got there, we were barely able to get her out of there over an hour after we had initially planned to leave.