Every Friday night of my childhood, my sisters and I would line up in front of my father as he placed his hands on our heads and recited the priestly blessing. This is a tradition that continues to…this day, even as my sisters and I are adults with children of our own. In my mind, my sisters and I were fairly well behaved during our blessing. I remember some pushing and shoving around whose turn it was to be in the middle (without a hand directly on your head) but otherwise, I… >> Read More
The reminders come early for Mother’s Day. Flower delivery coupons arrive at the house, news programs have countless segments on what to buy mom, and restaurants advertise their brunch specials.…The internet is no different. Facebook is awash with cute stories, anecdotes, cartoons, and recipes. And now, with the new list format way of delivering news, we arrive at the top 10 competition for Mother’s Day: Top 10 gifts, dinners, brunch cocktails, things moms want, things moms don’t want. The list(s) go(es) on forever. I… >> Read More
We used to love Shabbat in our home. When my daughter was 2 years old we sang “Penny in the Pushke” while she put coins in the
(charity) box, swayed together to “Moving into…Shabbos Time,” kvelled to watch her mirror her Ima’s motions for candle lighting, and melted when we rested our hands on her head to bless her. She loved the taste of grape juice and tearing a big hunk of challah when we finished HaMotzi (the blessing for bread). Every Friday evening felt richly relaxed. Then… >> Read More
This post is part of our Torah commentary series. This Shabbat we read Parashat Ki Tavo. To read a summary of the portion and learn more, click here.
Sometimes, during these first few weeks of…my newborn son Elijah’s life, I find myself overwhelmed by gratitude for him. I tend to write about the harder parts of motherhood, but in this moment I’m just bowled over by the beauty, mystery, and ridiculous cuteness of this little guy in a froggie onesie. What do I do with all this raw emotion,… >> Read More
The voice mail came in while we were swimming. It was Saturday, the afternoon before Noah’s sleepaway camp ended.
Infirmary. 100.7 fever.
“Do you want to get him tonight or have us keep him…here until pickup tomorrow?” the nurse asked. >> Read More