Dec 21 2012
By Hilary Levey Friedman at 1:28 pm
When I found out I was having a boy, I assumed he would look like his dad. My husband is the spitting image of his own father. On top of their physical resemblance, both are economics professors and both ran cross-country in college. I never have to wonder what my husband will look like in 30 years–during any holiday celebration I only need to look over at my father-in-law.
But when my son arrived, he looked like me. Instead of being bald like the baby pictures of his dad, he was born with a head full of dark brown hair; instead of his father’s blue eyes he had dark brown irises, just like mine. Even my ever-eager-to-stake their genetic claim in-laws agreed: he was my child. Read the rest of this entry →
Nov 7 2012
By Carla Naumburg at 9:55 am
Rabbi Ilana Garber is the associate rabbi of Beth El Temple in West Hartford, Connecticut. She serves on a professional advisory committee for the Hebrew Health Care Home Health and Hospice program and as co-chair of the Rabbinical Assembly Women’s Committee. Rabbi Garber was kind enough to share her experience with work/life balance with us for our month-long series on Women, Work & Money.
Who is in your family?
I have been married for five years to a wonderful man who is a professional musician. We have two sons, a 3-year-old, Noam, and a 19-month-old, Yaron. (You can read Yaron’s story here.)
What’s your work schedule? Read the rest of this entry →
Oct 4 2012
By Lili Kalish Gersch at 1:13 pm
For the last few weeks my husband has been working hard on fine-tuning his pickle recipe. Finally, last week, he got it just right—not too salty, not too bland. A real half-sour. Now he’s working on replicating his success.
All of which is to say…I married the pickle man, just like I always knew I would.
When I was a kid my mother and I watched Crossing Delancey. In it, a beautiful 30-something Amy Irving stars as Izzy, a professional , independent New York woman chasing pretentious jerks who aren’t worth her time, resists and insults, then falls for, a nice, regular guy who sells pickles on the Lower East Side. Read the rest of this entry →
