Two years ago, my granddaughter, Addie, percolating with excitement, called to tell me that she had received her bat mitzvah date. My mind flashed to a memory of her wearing a purple tutu and playing princess. Where had the time gone? I wondered.
Her next request caught me off guard. “Dad told me that you’ve never been bat mitzvahed. Is that true?” she said. “If it is, let’s get bat mitzvahed together!”
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