A poem by Liana Rothman: THANKS for the fruit and the food for my house on the ground and my mom and my dad for the love that's all around for my school and my friends for the sun and the sky for my dolls and my toys for friends who do not lie and there is lots more that i am thankful for and that's why i say thanks everyday. ------------------------------------------- Shabbat Shalom, Hope to see many of you at services this shabbat (that are, at least significantly, about recounting our gratitude together). Jay