I met up with an old friend today to go to our rabbi’s funeral. We popped into a nearby coffee shop and slid into a booth in our matching black dresses — hers with a blazer, mine with a sweater…and pearls. We hadn’t seen each other in over a year. She’d had a baby; her third child. I’d gotten remarried. My older kids had started middle school. My little ones were almost too heavy to lift. But the eternity since our last catch-up didn’t matter — we picked up our conversation as if we’d… >> Read More
We were set up by a mutual acquaintance on Facebook and after exchanging a few messages, we agreed to meet. I was excited that I might finally have found a “divorced mommy friend.”
As I pulled…up to the enormous house, the snow was falling heavily. Despite the cold, she was outside without a coat smoking a cigarette. She invited me into her living room and she took a seat in a large armchair. I sat adjacent. Surrounding us were cardboard boxes that I would later learn contained all her worldly… >> Read More
Trailing after my 1-year-old wingman, I spotted a promising looking mom-and-child duo working the firetruck slide. She smiled at me and I went in for the opening. Thankfully, my eagerness wasn’t…too off-putting, and our random playground encounter evolved into a friendship. Leigh and I were delighted to discover that we both had small kids, were both therapists, and found New England winters disagreeable. It didn’t occur to me to ask about her religion because who really cared? Just a few weeks later we were watching… >> Read More
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Ever find yourself alone at the playground, looking hungrily at those moms on…the bench sharing lattes and passing out Puffs and Yums to their intermingling broods with abandon, like the cool girls in the cafeteria but with even deader eyes? Wish you had a mom posse of your own to while away the blissful afternoon with? Not sure how to make it happen? Well, we're here to… >> Read More
Ten years ago, when my husband and I moved from south Florida to Atlanta two weeks after our wedding, I left behind a big group of friends that I’d essentially grown up with. Some were childhood…friends with whom I'd gone to Day School—the kind who could tell stories that would make my parents blush. Some were friends I made after to moving back to Florida post-college, and who were a huge part of shaping the person I became in my early 20s. Before we moved, I knew that making new… >> Read More