"What's your favorite kind of ice cream, Austin?" the pool instructor asked yesterday in hopes to calm my son down and comfort him during his lesson. Austin was hysterically crying, scared to death…of something. Whether it was the water, separating from me, or just starting something new, it didn't really matter. I chimed in, and said, "Austin, tell him your favorite flavor icee." He smiled, and answered, "Strawberry." My heart broke once again. I knew it probably didn't faze my 3-year-old son that he can't eat ice… >> Read More
My mother’s hands are not the hands of a woman who purchased take-out food, or turned a spoon in a cake-mix batter and called it homemade. They are not the hands of a woman who sat twice a month in…a leather seat while someone manicured and polished her nails. They are not the hands of a mother who made neat little braids down the small curves of backs, skin soft and smooth against a child’s narrow neck. No, my mother’s hands are doers, creators, innovators. They are song, music, strength and confidence. My mother’s… >> 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
When Mother's Day rolls around everyone winds themselves up in a frenzy of gifts and cards and planning: What are we doing for Mother's Day? Lets go to brunch! Let's host brunch! How many annoying…family members are coming? What kinds of gifts should we buy for everyone? And you know what I really want? A day by myself at the spa, and to let everyone else go cook brunch and chase after the kids sans mom. But, knowing that isn't entirely realistic, this year I am proposing a compromise: a… >> Read More
I am addicted to Netflix. There, I said it. "House of Cards," "Orange Is the New Black," "The New Girl"…I could go on and on.
When it is late at night and everyone has gone to bed, I pick up the…remote and a sense of calm washes over me. I can escape into an imaginary world and leave my daily troubles behind. During the day, I make every effort to take care of myself. I exercise on the days that my daughter is in pre-school. I try to make smart choices when it comes to… >> Read More