Every Sunday morning as I practically drag my 6-year old out of bed to go to Hebrew School, I’m reminded of the final scene in "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" when Toula’s own daughter has turned six…and is begrudgingly headed off to … where else?! Greek school. Like Toula’s daughter and Toula before her, and Toula’s mother before her (and so on and so forth) my daughter knows she must to go to her own version of Greek School -- she just doesn’t “want” to. Personally, I began Hebrew School in… >> Read More
Everyone enjoys a good love story. Even though I infamously dislike narratives with neat, tidy endings, I'm also a huge romantic at heart. This is why I'm so excited that Kirk Douglas and his…wife, Anne, wrote a book called "Kirk and Anne: Letters of Love, Laughter, and a Lifetime in Hollywood," which was released in May. The book, which was written with Marcia Newberger, centers around their long, passionate, and sometimes turbulent marriage. The couple has been married since 1954 (in Las Vegas, no less), so clearly after 63 years,… >> Read More
I’d been dating the man who’d eventually become my husband for about a year when my grandmother sat me down for a heart-to-heart.
“I saw Aishwarya Rai on Oprah last week. You know, the…Dollywood [she meant Bollywood] actress? Stunning girl!” Then came the truth bomb: “She told Oprah that your boyfriend already has a bride arranged for him back in India. At some point, he’s going to leave you high-and-dry, marry the girl his parents chose, and move back into their house.” I was pretty sure Aishwarya Rai… >> Read More
Trailing after my 1-year-old wingman, I spotted a promising looking mom-and-child duo working the firetruck slide. She smiled at me and I went in for the opening. Thankfully, my eagerness wasn’t…too off-putting, and our random playground encounter evolved into a friendship. Leigh and I were delighted to discover that we both had small kids, were both therapists, and found New England winters disagreeable. It didn’t occur to me to ask about her religion because who really cared? Just a few weeks later we were watching… >> Read More
I was sitting behind the piano in the Catholic Church when I felt it: Wouldn’t it be easier to just accept Jesus as the son of God?
A musician takes whatever job they can find, and this one paid…well. Still, it felt odd to be playing hymns, especially during Holy Week. The pressure comes from all sides in my small Midwestern town. Conform, commit, be one of us. I feel sometimes like it’s the Borg in Star Trek; assimilation is expected. There are seven churches and no synagogues. Salad isn’t lettuce, but something… >> Read More