My older daughter is growing up, as those pesky kids tend to do, and over the last six months or so (she just turned 5), she has gotten more particular about her food. Not picky, because she remains…a good eater--but she has strong opinions about what she wants to eat. Which is super fun. Some parents insist on making one dish for dinner and never deviating; other parents make two or three versions of dinner to satisfy everyone (like mine had to do with my very picky brother). Neither of those options… >> Read More
The other night, I gave our children our framed ketubah (Jewish marriage contract) and told them to “make it more beautiful.” Without hesitation, they took the paints and brushes from my hands…and eagerly went to work transforming the legal document into a Jackson Pollock-ish masterpiece. I was amused to see the three of them working together so well, but the finished product left me speechless and overcome by a sense of peace. I had finally solved the problem of what to do with the voided contract.… >> Read More
This is the season of commencement speeches. High school seniors are electric with the anticipation of new environs, and even newer freedoms. Young men and women launched from colleges and…universities big and small are filled with possibility as they stand poised to enter that colossal unknown—the real world. So many young souls are right now sitting elbow to elbow on their hard folding chairs, listening as college presidents, business moguls, rappers, and television personalities exhort them to "spread your wings and reach for those… >> Read More
I’ve read a lot of great books this past year. “When the hell do you have time to read?" you may ask, so please note that I am an abnormally fast reader. You know, like how some of you have…abnormally fast metabolisms, or the ability to run even when you are not in fear for your life. But books are not a one-size-fits-all proposition. Sometimes, you’re in the mood to be challenged. And sometimes, you would rather let your brain melt in sticky sweetness, like a popsicle in July. Either way, I got you, with… >> Read More
“Hi, Mommy,” someone whispered. I felt breath on my face.
It was a Sunday morning, and I was still in bed. It was still earlier than I’d like to be awake, but not as early as it had been…when my husband took the 1-year-old and 3-year-old downstairs a half hour before. The voice saying hello was my 4-year-old daughter. I smiled, motioned to her and she climbed into my bed. Every parent loves each of their children for their own specialness. This particular kid is a ridiculously kind, beautiful, sweet, funny, loving and… >> Read More