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The best date my husband I had in ages was an evening at the theatre. Actually, what made that date so fun wasn’t the play itself, which was nice enough, but what came after: about to miss our…last train, we made a mad dash (me in high heels) across eight city blocks, jumping on board with seconds spare. We giggled all the way home—and still high five about it today. Turns out, my husband and I stumbled on a truth in dating: it’s the out-of-the-box experiences that draw us closer. These days, when… >> Read More
Yes, yes, everyone has something to say to a new mother. By now, perhaps you’ve heard all sorts of cliché bits, every turn of phrase having to do with raising a newborn. “Get some rest while you…can!” they all say, which to me seems more like a cruel joke, because by the time they’ve said it and you’ve heard it, you’re clearly not getting any sleep, am I right? Oy. “They’re only little for so long—cherish it while it lasts!” warrants an eye roll every time because the last thing I… >> Read More
Soon after my son was born, my mother began coming over for day visits. She had generously offered to take a day off work each week to help around the apartment while I adjusted to life with a…newborn. Each visit, she’d take on a different household task, checking a box that existed clearly on a list in my mind before baby but only hazily now. Sure, the dishes were being washed, the dog being walked, the laundry being done all alleviated the general feeling of chaos I had descended into, but really,… >> Read More
Being a child of immigrant Holocaust survivors, I grew up with some very strange foods. There were the traditional foods, all unable to be matched to whatever animal they had originated from—and…then the things that even the American kids in my neighborhood in Skokie, Illinois were familiar with, but called only by Yiddish names, to apparently increase our foreignness and isolate us from our American neighbors. Knowing only the Yiddish names for such common dishes as chicken leg (pulke) and chicken wing (fliegel), I ventured out… >> Read More
It’s not clear when our obsession with real estate started. It may have been after our son was born, when the greenish-gray walls in our 900 square foot apartment started closing in around us as…the hardwood began disappearing underneath various baby-holding contraptions. Or it may have been before he was born, when dreams of a large yard for our boxer dog, our original child, felt necessary and well deserved for this cooped-up city creature. It is also possible that even before that, my husband and I each had a hole… >> Read More