Wednesday, July 23, 2014 Tammuz 25, 5774

I have this son, Ezra. He is inexhaustible, even on vacation. 
The first time my nana called me a balabusta, I thought she was insulting me. But she explained that a balabusta is the one who gives strength and sustenance to a Jewish family. So, I guess I’m a balabusta. 
Musings of a Modern Balabusta

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