Most of us become friends with people with whom we have things in common, whether it’s similar interests, same-aged kids, religious beliefs, whatever. I, for one, have lots of close Jewish gal pals…who are moms with yenta-like tendencies — just like me. And as evidenced by the seven pairs of famous Jewish besties below, its seems that stars are, well, just like us! They, too, buddy up with those they have lots in common with. In addition to being Jewish, these A-list pairs also have the whole… >> Read More
To My Friends Without Kids:
I was thinking about you tonight during the hour it took to put my 7-year-old son to bed. It was an hour that involved kicking and screaming — literally — and…audiobooks and extra glasses of water and back rubs and relaxation techniques and a truckload of faith to get by, which, by the way, is a reference to Lou Reed. I don’t subscribe to the cult of motherhood. I never have. I don’t think I’m special because I gave birth, and I don’t need to… >> Read More
Remember Filofaxes? Mine was my bible. I would enter all my plans in ink, sometimes weeks ahead of time. I would carry the green leather book with me everywhere I went.
“8 p.m. at Tiramisu with…Avery,” I’d input. The crazy part is that, on the appointed evening, Avery and I would both show up, on time, at the restaurant. It was that simple! There were no last-minute cancellations; there wasn’t an endless email or text chain debating the plan. We just showed up. And sometimes, when we were wrapping up… >> Read More
My family and I recently moved across the country and I’m too embarrassed by my kids to make friends.
I realize that sounds really bad. My children aren’t monsters. They’re adorable.…They’re delicious. And sometimes they lose their freaking minds. And often the whining, screaming, tantrum-like behavior happens when I most want them to be at their best, like when attempting to take part in organized Jewish life. Actually, make that Jewish events and at Costco — both seem to be equally fertile tantrum ground. There… >> Read More
Maeve is moving to California later this month and I feel like someone’s placed my heart in a large vise that’s slowly clamping shut. I’ve only met Maeve a few times, but she looms large in my…imagination. She is one of my son’s best friends, one of his first-ever friends. They met through their nannies in the park in our Brooklyn neighborhood when they were infants — Noah was just 2 months old — and, since then, they have spent most of their afternoons together, along with a small crew of… >> Read More