Why is Gaza attacking Israel? Are people dying? Why doesn’t Israel have technology good enough to block all of the missiles? How did this all start in the first place?
These are just a handful…of questions that we’ve heard from kids in the past few days as Israel has faced regular rocket attacks from Gaza. And just who is “we,” you ask? We are a parent and child who have teamed up to help you understand how you can talk about these and other timely questions with your own… >> Read More
Ugh, dinnertime. It’s the bane of every working parent’s existence.
I’ve been doing the mom thing for more than eight years now, and this seems to be the endless battle for my family, as…well as every other parent I know. Each and every day, we need to figure out an answer to the dreaded question: “What’s for dinner?” Over the years, I’ve read dozens — nay, millions — of articles about making dinner, and how to make meal planning easier. But these writers all seem to be Crock-Pot… >> Read More
For Jewish women of a certain age, playing mah jongg is as inevitable as eating Chinese food on Christmas, or complaining that you’re hungry on Yom Kippur.
The sounds of thick tiles clinking and…calls of “five crack,” “two bam,” and “six dot” are ubiquitous at sisterhood events and assisted living facilities around my hometown of Boca Raton. For many of us, the memory of these sounds transport us to our childhood, when it was mom’s or bubbe’s turn to host the game — and that meant excellent… >> Read More
After weeks of being delinquent in showing up to shul, my husband, our 1-year-old daughter, and I finally made it. These days, because getting out the door has now become a Team 6-worthy mission…involving stealth, quick reflexes, and ensuring that enough provisions have been packed to feed a small country, it’s usually easier to just quit while we’re ahead and stay in. However, on this particular Saturday, we did it! We scaled our Everest Mt. Sinai of preparation and trepidation in order be part of the community. Yes,… >> Read More
Back in the day, when I was pumping what felt like gallons of breast milk for my infant son, I used to be thin — really thin. In fact, the super-fit New York City parents at my older daughter’s…preschool would beg me to reveal the secret formula to my svelte figure. "Don’t be so impressed," I told a fellow mom who had the silhouette of Flat Stanley. "I have an appointment to get blood work done to make sure I don’t have some terrible health problem.” Fortunately, my weight loss had more to… >> Read More