Every few years, my birthday (as well as my brother Eric’s) falls on Thanksgiving. (Nope, we’re not twins.) This year, our birthday falls not only on Thanksgiving, but also on Hanukkah . . . never mind that we weren’t raised Jewish — it’s still an honor.
Tonight, after America fills its collective belly with turkey and side dishes, and after Israel and the diaspora light the menorah, Eric and I will blow out our respective birthday candles and give thanks for life, love, family, and friends — distant though our loved ones may be.
Happy Thanksgivukkah to you, Happy Birthday to me (and Eric)!
Virtually Gina 