As a post-WWII baby, I learned and believed, “Work hard. Aim high. “Make the World a better place and you will achieve Ataraxia – a plus balance of pleasure over pain. 

In isolation over the past 6 months, Pollyanna died. 

Life is full of ups and downs, but I was striving so hard for the UPs. 

I have learned that despite our best efforts, our belief in God, our practice of Judaism, preventing AIDS, protecting my patients, teaching, White Coats for Black Lives Matter, that Ruth died on Rosh Hashanah ??!! And my magnificent children needed to turn happy apples and honey into Kaddish and heart ache on Zoom. “Why are you crying, Mommy, there’s honey and challah,” from the little Grandson. 

Stuff happens. Despite us and our best behaviors. Out of our control. 

But the sun is out today and Sim Shalom???? Is in my heart. 

Happier New Year, TBE Family.