The car is our place. Many of our most poignant family memories are set in my blue, messy, high-mileage Toyota Highlander — it is where the magic happens. While in transit, we’ve had seated dance…parties, lots of laughs, and our fair share of conflicts. In a way, my car has become our safe place; we all feel protected in our assigned seats, and something about the comfort of the car — sitting there, staring out the window — allows us to open up and be just a bit more… >> Read More
In our social media-driven age, and especially amidst the #MetToo movement, raising daughters can be terrifying — particularly for dads. From issues regarding body positivity and self-confidence to…learning about boundaries and consent, there is a lot of ground to cover. Of course, this is a struggle for all parents, regardless of the gender of their offspring. But two famous Jewish dads recently opened up about their own struggles with raising daughters — and how they're ensuring they'll grow up independent and confident.… >> Read More
A few years ago my three nephews came to spend a few weeks with us. Each day was a different adventure: short trips to the bowling alley, day trips to amusement parks, and long weekends at the…beach. Every time we’d get into the car, there would be a battle over what song to play. My daughter begged for pop songs, one of my sons wanted classic rock ballads, the other rap, meanwhile each of my nephews added a whole other genre of music to the mix. Whatever song was playing would… >> Read More
Being afraid of standing out, being opinionated and being seen as difficult, starts young. I can tell you that from experience.
One 10-year-old girl named Alice Paul Tapper wrote about this very…phenomenon in a personal essay over at The New York Times. Alice had noticed how boys were quick to raise their hands and give answers, while the girls often stood quietly in the back. She mused as to why: I told my mom that I thought girls weren’t raising their hands because they were afraid that the… >> Read More
I was the last of my friends to get our ears pierced some time in late elementary school, and to add insult to injury, my mom insisted on doing it at a doctor's office rather than a fun jewelry…store, the kind of place that all the characters in my favorite YA novels frequented for this rite of passage. All I remember is that it hurt, a lot, but was thrilling--and when I was older and decided to get a second hole, I waltzed into a jewelry store by myself and felt like a… >> Read More