Jewish Unicorns

Or, how to pray for the impossible.

Fun fact about me: I’m terrible at birthdays. I barely know what day it is today, much less when you, or anyone else was born. But the worst part about birthdays — is gifts. And this doesn’t just mean that I’m bad at picking out gifts for others, which I am. But I am also pretty lousy at picking out gifts for myself. I dread the question that inevitably comes from well meaning people like my parents or my husband every October: what would you like for your birthday?