My two oldest boys are about to come home from overnight camp. Having done the whole camp thing for about four years now, I am fully aware of the extent to which their duffels will stink, the need to…immediately repack the bags for next year with the “camp stuff” (trust me), and not to freak out when a lot of stuff has mysteriously gone missing. For those of you new to the overnight camp experience, though, I thought I’d give you a few words of warning/guidance--sort of like a “What to Expect When… >> Read More
“It’s Too Expensive To Be Jewish” is the title of a Los Angeles Times personal essay written by a mother who, in the course of trying to figure out how to afford bar mitzvah tutoring for her…son, decided that being Jewish is, well, too expensive (exemplified by the high cost of synagogue membership and High Holiday tickets). Her conclusion is one with which I vehemently disagree–but that is in no small part because I vehemently disagree with her feelings about the underlying value of being Jewish. Admittedly, I’m coming at this… >> Read More
“Come on girl, shake that thing!”
“Shake, shake your booty!”
Typical lyrics to a typical pop song. Except these weren’t being sung on the radio. They were being chanted by my…4-year-old daughter with her group at her camp. As they sang, she wagged her just-recently-toddler tush semi-suggestively behind her, while her camp group clapped and cheered her on. As I watched this happen on our day camp’s visiting day, I was grossed out. I was annoyed. I was mad. These feelings came up in me… >> Read More
Last night the boys and I had dinner with another divorced mom and her two children at a pizzeria. It’s not exactly newsworthy, but for me the evening was monumental.
I just never thought the…day would come when we could finally do what "normal" families do. See, it has taken a long time for me, post-divorce, to be able to justify spending money out on dinner, albeit even for slices of pizza and juice boxes. And even if money were not an issue, I was always focused on making… >> Read More
The summer before she entered first grade, my oldest daughter asked me when she was going to go to sleep away camp. I was stunned. She was too young and why the heck would she ever want to leave us,…her family? I blew the question off until the next summer, when the topic came up again. But the following summer, some of her friends going into third grade were headed to camp and she was more insistent that she would like to go too. So, in an effort to familiarize ourselves with what was… >> Read More