Dec 12 2014
By now, you’ve probably heard of the Mensch on a Bench, the toy that was started as a Jewish response to the recent Christmas craze, Elf on a Shelf (earlier this month we gave one away). But Mensch exposure is about to get even bigger–creator Neal Hoffman will be appearing with his product on ABC’s hit show “Shark Tank” tonight as part of a special holiday episode.
For those not in the know, Shark Tank is AMAZING. Entrepreneurs present their company/products to a panel of “Sharks”–millionaire and billionaire business mogels including Dallas Mavericks owner Marc Cuban and QVC maven Lori Greiner–and the sharks can decide whether they’d like to invest in the company by way of offering thousands of dollars in exchange for a stake in the company. Read the rest of this entry →
Oct 24 2014
This summer, my son wore his bathing suit and swim shirt for five days in a row—he slept in his bathing suit, wore it swimming the next day, and to bed that night. He did this for about five different weeks throughout July and August.
My kids (13 and 11) don’t make their beds every morning. They don’t do their own laundry either. Or take out the garbage. Ditto for loading the dishes in the dishwasher. Sometimes I feel guilty that they don’t help out more around the house. Once in a while I’d like my son to put on a clean shirt and brush his hair. But truthfully, I don’t care that much.
Before you start thinking that my kids are spoiled, entitled or just plain slobs, and before you think that I’m an indulgent parent, let me tell you what I do care a great deal about—I care deeply that my kids are good citizens of the world. A great deal of my parenting energy is spent trying to raise children who will grow up to be mensches. Read the rest of this entry →
Oct 4 2012
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 →