The birth of a blog. Reminds me of the birth of my daughter in the early 90′s. Bizzare how that works, no?
About an hour after she was born she was rushed to the neonatal intensive care unit. A bit later I called my Rov.
The Lord only puts on your plate what you can handle.
Thank you so much, Lord.

What is a ‘Rov’?
A Rabbi, literally a teacher.
You’ve got me hooked with the first entry.