I am often on the receiving end of unsolicited advice. Could it be because I look frantic all the time? Is it because I run on “Leah time” — consistently late but for an ever-changing but…legitimate reason? Or is it simply because I perpetually look like I have no idea what I’m doing, where I’m going, and for what purpose? Even before I became a mom, I was known for — OK, more like infamous for — being one of those people who didn’t even pretend to have her act together.… >> Read More
It's kinda hard to believe, but it's nearly Hanukkah! This year, the Festival of Lights begins on the evening of Sunday, December 2.
As your friends who just had a baby sit in front of that…crackling menorah, they may feel like it’s not just the candles that are on fire — but also their eyes, from lack of sleep; their nether regions, if they just delivered; their backs, from constant nursing or baby-carrying; or their brains, from the overwhelming tasks of new parenthood. In other words, having a new baby is… >> Read More
On a Friday night at Wendy's in Southern California, a group of senior citizens gather to celebrate Shabbat with milkshakes, fries, and chili, as is their tradition. Only this time, everything feels…quite different. Tearing up, an elderly man says, "I don't handle this sort of thing well." "It's just hard to believe that anybody can have so much hate," a woman shares. In this brief followup to Wendy's Shabbat, a heartwarming short film about a group of elderly Jews who celebrate the weekly Sabbath at a local… >> Read More
I was deep in my third trimester and sweating through the Tel Aviv heat when I thought to myself, “Never again.” Seven years into my life in Israel, I just couldn’t spend another hot, intense,…and chaotic summer there. It’s not just the blistering sun and the heavy moisture in the air that makes everything feel so hard. The heat creates a kind of intensity that seems to put everyone on edge. Sure, the first few weeks of summer in Israel are nice, as the temperatures start to climb, the… >> Read More
I met up with an old friend today to go to our rabbi’s funeral. We popped into a nearby coffee shop and slid into a booth in our matching black dresses — hers with a blazer, mine with a sweater…and pearls. We hadn’t seen each other in over a year. She’d had a baby; her third child. I’d gotten remarried. My older kids had started middle school. My little ones were almost too heavy to lift. But the eternity since our last catch-up didn’t matter — we picked up our conversation as if we’d… >> Read More