My husband Neil and our 9-year old son Lucien and I walk into the small, familiar synagogue a few blocks away from our house in the middle of Maine, and take our seats. Rabbi Rachel Isaacs, who has…become a friend of the family and is another transplanted suburban New Yorker in Maine, prays from the bimah. Her wife Mel is busy handing out prayer books and aliyah cards. She carries their daughter on her hip. In the pews I see familiar faces: a neighbor, a teacher from Lucien’s school, a professor colleague… >> Read More
On a recent morning before school, while zipping up his fall vest, my son Lucien announced that his father and I will make the best grandparents ever.
“When I have a son,” Lucien added,…“if I have a son, I’ll let him come see you when he’s 5 or 6 years old.” I gently explained that in most families grandparents get to know kids from day one, not when they are 5 or 6. This comes as a revelation to Lucien, because he has no grandparents. I haven’t spoken to… >> Read More