Recently, for the first time in a long time, my husband and I planned a rather extravagant evening out. It started with drinks at a cocktail lounge, followed by dinner at a nice restaurant, and then…a concert by one of my favorite performers. We were looking forward to this night for weeks—but every time it came up in conversation, I found myself feeling surprisingly awkward about it. When a good friend, for example, asked what we were doing that weekend, I told her our plans, and while her response was nothing… >> Read More
“Is it poop or pee or blood?” my 6-year-old and 3-year-old daughters demand to know, pounding on the bathroom door as I sit inside on the toilet.
This is the scene on a random Saturday four…years ago. My bones ache for a respite from my lovelies. Is excretion not one aspect of my life that could actually remain my experience alone? Once my children emerged out of that region, couldn't it be mine alone again? I have already acknowledged that I do not own my children (thanks, Mr. Gibran), but… >> Read More
Parents never really get a break, not even when you want to eat a snack or go to the bathroom or anything. Naps don't really exist for you--unless you count the moment you "shut your eyes" during the…millionth time you watched "Frozen." This is why Ashley Gardner, a mother of quadruplets, made a hilarious video about trying to get a moment of peace alone. She posted the video to YouTube and Facebook on Tuesday, which went viral soon after--and I can totally see why--she hides in her pantry in order to eat a snack alone.… >> Read More
With my daughter’s 6th birthday party, Hanukkah, and Christmas all falling in a brief seven-day window, the holidays felt extra-stressful this year for my little interfaith family.
Of course,…some of the stress is self-imposed. Like most moms, I tend to put way more pressure than necessary on myself in an effort to make the holidays memorable, when in reality, my kids are thrilled to be home in their jammies with their mommy and daddy for a few days with nothing to do but… >> Read More
“Why don’t you come back to Israel early?” my 17-year-old son texted me. He continued, “You must be SO BORED… I mean what are you doing there? Nothing?”
Well, almost nothing. My…9-year-old daughter and I are spending the summer visiting my family in California, and my 14-year-old son joined us for a couple of weeks to attend a wheelchair basketball camp. Nonetheless, compared to the last 18 years of my life, I do indeed feel like I am doing exactly what I need to do: a… >> Read More