When I was a kid, my mother used to tell me to act like a mensch. If I was eating cold chicken out of the refrigerator with my bare hands, she'd tell me to get a plate, sit down and eat like a mensch. If I had a problem with another kid at school, she'd tell me to be a mensch to the other children.
If I wasn't sure what to do with birthday money, she'd remind me that mensches save for a rainy day.
In Yiddish, a mensch is a good person.
To me, a mensch is a real grownup. I'm always aspiring to be more mensch-like. This blog is about how I try (and often fail!) at living like a mensch.