Cursing in another language, for whatever reason, always has this mysterious appeal. Perhaps it's because we think most other people won't understand us--or perhaps it's just the tantalizing affect…of saying bad words in another language. Recently, the Facebook page We Are The Jews posted a photo of Yiddish curses translated to English, and they're pretty incredible. These phrases definitely aren't for the faint-hearted. Here are some of my favorites below: A ruech in dayn zeydn arayn - May your grandfather be possessed by a… >> Read More
I write for a living, so choosing words carefully has always been a priority for me—that is, when I type them or put them on paper. With talking, I'm just like everyone else. I chatter away (often…to myself). I ramble. I snap. But now that I'm home a lot with my toddler, who picks up not just on every word I utter but my tone of voice as well, I've learned (the hard way) that I need to be more careful with what I say. Case in point: I can no… >> Read More
I call myself a “shitty mom” at least once a day. OK, more than that. A few times a day, minimum. That’s vague enough. Definitely every day those nine letters float across my busy brain.
I…feel like a shitty mom when I don’t walk my kindergartner to his classroom because I need to make my 8:30 a.m. exercise class and he knows the way on his own. When I don’t buy my 8th grader the protractor he needs for tomorrow because I can’t face dealing with the Walgreens parking lot… >> Read More
My 6-year-old drops F-bombs.
To be fair, it’s usually on a bus or subway, and the context is, “MY MOM SAID FUCK! EVERYONE, MY MOM SAID A BAD WORD!” It’s often bellowed with a mischievous…glint in his eye, prompting snickers from fellow commuters. It’s how he acquired his nickname “The Bad Word Police.” I just shrug, because context is everything. It's more upsetting to me if my son tells someone to “shut up” than if he mutters an expletive to himself as his Lego tower collapses. The values I… >> Read More
My sons love pop music. Despite literally raising them on Bob Dylan, Dan Bern and The International Jewish Banking Conspiracy, They Might Be Giants, Israeli extravaganza David Broza, and Peter,…Paul, and Mary, my 5- and 8-year-olds like gyrating in their car seats to Pink, Katy Perry, Macklemore, Drake, and--yes--Miley Cyrus. I didn't used to play any music in the car for the first years of my older son's life. I was that hippy who believed that my son's interactions should be with voices and… >> Read More