When I was a little girl, and my dad would tuck me into bed, I always begged for the same story. “Daddy, tell me again about the time you snuck into the back door at Carnegie Hall and watched Frank…Sinatra from the side of the stage, pleeeeease.” Not your typical bedtime story, but my dad isn’t the typical dad. He’s always been passionate about music, specifically jazz and Frank Sinatra. Whenever Frank Sinatra was in concert anywhere in the state of Florida, my parents brought my brother and me to see him. It didn’t… >> Read More
There is no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it:
You are fucking up your kids.
And I am, too.
Because that's what we do.
We don't do it proudly or on purpose: we just do.
And it…doesn't matter what we do, or how carefully we consider our choices, or which experts we consult. Our kids will have issues no matter what. If we breastfeed, they’ll have issues. If we bottle-feed, they’ll have issues. If we sleep train, they’ll have issues. If we co-sleep, they’ll have issues. If we play that gangsta… >> Read More
November 9 was an emotional day for many of my friends. As I walked into my daughter’s preschool, I overheard a group of moms discussing how upset they were about the victory of Donald Trump.…That’s why I wasn’t surprised that the daily “classroom recap” email sent by my daughter’s teacher mentioned how several of the children in the class came to school expressing how sad their parents were about the election results. My daughter is lucky to have an excellent teacher who turned the election into an appropriate and… >> Read More
This year, I took my kids out of private Jewish school and enrolled them in public school. Immediately, little things really stood out for me that others didn’t even seem to notice. For example,…the office staff frequently wouldn’t look up from their desks when someone would enter the school, and anyone who looked like a parent would get access immediately, without even a, “What’s the name of the teacher you’re supposed to meet?” to clarify that they were indeed supposed to be there. ID badges are provided, but… >> Read More
I just spent a day off from work with my 16-month-old daughter. She woke up happy, played for a while, danced to her “Shababa” CD, and the day started off well.
Then at breakfast she dumped a…container of yogurt over her head (I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry), at the playground she insisted on trying to eat acorns and leaves, and she threw a temper tantrum while I was cooking dinner because I couldn’t refill her water cup while I had raw chicken on my hands. She wanted to… >> Read More