Rachel Levy Lesser’s articles and essays have appeared in various outlets, including The Huffington Post, Glamour, Parenting, Kveller, Modern Loss, Scary Mommy, and The Philadelphia Jewish Exponent. She is a graduate of The University of Pennsylvania and received her MBA from the Ross School of Business at The University of Michigan. In her previous life as a marketing professional, she worked on the business side of Time Inc. on magazines including InStyle, Life, People, Real Simple, and Sports Illustrated for Kids. Lesser lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two children. Her latest book Life’s Accessories will be released in November by She Writes Press.
My daughter’s bat mitzvah was earlier this spring. I had been planning it on and off for nearly a year, making phone calls and meeting with vendors in between editing my book and driving my kids…around. Thankfully, finding my dress was easy — I loved it at first sight. It was special and whimsical, and I knew it would look great with the earrings I had long planned to wear. These earrings were the same pair that my mom wore to my own bat mitzvah, 33 years ago, and also… >> Read More
I’ve taught my kids a lot things. I taught them how to tie their shoes, how to use a fork, how to use a toilet, and to say “please” and “thank you.” I taught them how to write a thank you…note — and a pretty damn good one at that. I taught them how to craft a thesis sentence, how to make up riddles in their heads to memorize definitions of obscure vocabulary words or hard-to-remember dates for tests. I taught them how to firmly shake a person’s hand and to look that person in… >> Read More
When I was a new mom, I adored BabyGap. The whole concept was brilliant: Dress your babies in clothes that you would wear, only smaller. The simple fact that these clothes were so small made them…cute. When my son was a baby, I dressed him in BabyGap argyle socks and BabyGap soft knit winter hats — the ones with the earflaps on them. He also wore BabyGap khaki pants that looked just like the ones my husband wore, only the baby ones had snaps down the legs to make diaper… >> Read More
I am a planner. I like to write my plans down in my paper calendar, and I derive great pleasure in looking ahead at the calendar to see what’s on the horizon. This past summer, in a massive purge…of old boxes in my basement, I found a slew of calendars from my past. I laughed out loud at my younger self, perusing through my high school wall calendar, which included such events as History test, school dance and sleepover at friend’s house. Those calendars almost always included some sort of colorful count down… >> Read More
On the Sunday evening after our son’s bar mitzvah, the bar mitzvah boy turned to me over brunch leftovers served as dinner and very honestly and curiously asked me, “Mom, how come you cried at my…bar mitzvah?” I tried as best as I could on the spot to explain to my boy-turned-man what I was feeling at services the previous morning. I gave him a rather canned answer—something about loving him and being proud of him and missing my own mother. He nodded and later that night went back to… >> Read More