What do you see your life like in 10 years?
It’s hard for me to imagine what my life will be like in ten days, much less ten years. I suspect we will have at least one small human underfoot and I hope I will be as accomplished a private pilot as my husband is a naval aviator.
What do you like most about your job?
I am not currently employed, but my volunteer time with Civil Air Patrol is incredibly satisfying. I have the opportunity to work with talented people dedicated to service, whether in the air, in ground search and rescue, in working with motivated cadets, or in promoting aerospace education. I am proud to be counted among them, and I am blessed to count them among my friends.
What are three things you do every day, no matter what day it is?
This is harder than one might think. I can’t even say I brush my teeth every day, as there are certain fast days on the Jewish calendar where not even a toothbrush is supposed to pass our lips. (I promise I brush my teeth on the vast majority of days, though.) About the only things I can claim to do every single day are:
- pump Blood through my Body
Sorry; got a little hung up on the letter ‘B’ for some reason.
What would you do with an extra five hours in your day today?
Pray forgive my hopeless dullness, but I’d probably sleep. An extra five hours of sleep without worry that the phone is going to ring with some crisis that just couldn’t wait until morning is precisely what my husband and I need in the midst of this stupidly busy time.
What is your favorite Christmas (or whichever holiday you celebrate) cookie recipe (please share!)?
Despite the increasingly widespread availability of kitschy cookie cutters in the shape of dreidels, stars of David, menorahs, etc., Chanukah is not traditionally a cookie-making holiday. I wouldn’t turn down a Chanukah-themed cookie — hell, I might make them with our kids someday — but cookies just don’t scream Festival of Lights to me. Chanukah treats tend to be fried in oil, a nod to the story of the miracle of one day’s worth of oil for the Temple’s lamp lasting eight days.
I stretched my Chanukah celebration out one more day to make latkes for my Civil Air Patrol squadron’s holiday party/change of command. Everyone appeared to like the delightfully crisp potato-and-onion pancakes, but I was shocked to learn how many people had never heard of them until that very evening. Where I grew up, even the non-Jews at least knew what a latke was. Guess we really are in the South. As my husband so succinctly put it, “We grew up a lot closer to New York than they did to Fort Lauderdale.”
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