Zsofi McMullin was born in Budapest and moved to the U.S. 20 years ago. She is a recent transplant to Connecticut where she lives with her husband and 4-year-old little dude. She works in publishing and blogs at http://zsofiwrites.com.
Jackie the Jackalope came to live with us a couple of months ago. My son picked her out of a big bin of similar stuffed animals and immediately identified her as a jackalope.
Jackie has soft, gray…fur; a white belly; and velvety, floppy ears. I am not sure where Sam heard of jackalopes, or why he thought Jackie was one--she does not have the small antlers that usually sit on top of the head of these mythical animals. But I guess having a jackalope is a lot more exciting and fun… >> Read More
It is one of those mornings. Sam woke up early and now he is in my bed, snuggled as close as possible, twirling my hair around his fingers. His breath is warm on my cheek and his long limbs are…wrapped around me. “I don’t want to go to school, Mama. I don’t like my new school. Nobody loves me there. And the toys are boring,” he says. I turn to him and hold him close, trying to find the right words to comfort him. It is not easy. My little guy is having a… >> Read More
I recently made a new friend at my son’s preschool. We just moved to a new town and I was excited and anxious to meet new people, find our groove, and get into a new routine. In the first days of…our acquaintance, my friend--who was also new to the area--e-mailed me to say that she was excited to find someone with the same worldview and the same sense of Jewishness. My heart sank as I read her lines. Here it was again: that feeling of being an impostor, a wannabe, a fake. I wanted to… >> Read More