“I want to be a Jewish leader.”
This was the answer I wrote in my sixth grade diary to the self-imposed question: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Also included was a list of…possible names for my future children (Catherine, Stephen, Jacob, and Elizabeth) and how old I should be when I got married (between 19 and 26). One of those predictions was right: I was 22 when I got married. But I named my boys Adam and Ethan—and instead of being a Jewish leader, I have worked… >> Read More
On the night my first child was born, my mother taught me how to breastfeed. I remember the rush of emotion that would come over me every time I nursed him. It was an overwhelming combination of…gratitude, fear, and fierce, fierce love. I’ve spent the better part of these last ten years nursing my children. It’s been a long, winding, sometimes uneven road, but I’m so grateful to have forged this path together. I’ve cherished this time and treasured every last snuggle and nuzzle, even every burp in between. And I’ve… >> Read More
Like Cinderella's, my curfew was midnight. If I wasn't back in my Queens bedroom when the clock struck 12, my boyfriend’s sports car would turn into a pumpkin but my fun summer would turn…bleak. I was 17, my boyfriend was 18, and the year was 1959. We were allegedly going to a local movie, sure to be home on time. Instead, armed with fake proof, we headed for the Big Apple, and the legendary jazz club Birdland, named for Charlie The Bird Parker saxophonist and father of Bebop.… >> Read More
My daughter Maya just wrapped up kindergarten and began summer camp at her old daycare. She was overjoyed to be reunited with the friends she’s had since she was three months old, and couldn’t…wait for upcoming field trips with the other “school-agers.” On the first day of camp, she was pumped and ready to go. I went in her room to wake her up and was surprised to find she was already dressed, had brushed her teeth, and was even wearing socks and sneakers. Who is this kid?!… >> Read More
Ever since my twin daughters turned 2 earlier this year, I’ve started to increasingly ignore them during the day.
I know that sounds bad, but let me explain.
Back when my daughters were first…born, I was pretty much attached to them 24/7. Much of that had to do with the fact that I was nursing, and couldn’t manage to feed both simultaneously. The result? I slept very little, and spent nearly every waking hour with an infant in my arms. When I wasn’t feeding the girls, I was… >> Read More