Minnesota Mamaleh: Family Pictures (and your chance to win some)
In the spirit of archiving the moment *and* being in the moment, you can win a pro photo session right here and have both! Fab, I know.
In the spirit of archiving the moment *and* being in the moment, you can win a pro photo session right here and have both! Fab, I know.
Or…“Why We’re Not An Interfaith Family, And Why We Are.” Curious why? Then click and read, people. Click and read.
When it comes to books, smart, sexy, sassy, funny, sad, romantic, scary? I’m in. Here’s a glimpse of what I’m reading.
So it turns out I’m superstitious. But I’m thinking that a little bit of salt throwing and wood knocking never hurt anyone.
People say that the universe keeps doling out the same lessons until we learn them. Do you believe that? I do.
My kids know who celebrates what. But they’re not sure of the sweet meshing required to make the world a better place. Yet.
I see myself as so open minded. But in reality? I only really and truly seek out others who are like me. Ouch. That hurt.
Fall is here. All the signs say it’s true. Backpacks, zipped. Lunches, packed. And new shoes, breaking in. For once, we’re doing what all good Jews do. We’re taking it outside.
It’s easy to talk about the halo-glowing parts of being a mom. Ding! But some days just aren’t like that. It does a soul some good to share *those* days, too.
I am so not an animal person. But that’s what you do when you’re the mom, right? Hold that leash, scoop that poop and love that (new!) dog. Oy.
We feel so Minnesotan “roughing it” cabin style. Dishwasher? No. Mosquitoes? Plenty. But shockingly, our getaway was refreshing. Some might even call it joyful.
Many of us are taking a slower approach to our children and our families. I wonder how that would translate to religion and spirituality? Fascinating, right?
There are many things that I want my kids to take at face value. But most things I want them to question and figure out all on their own. I’m quirky that way.
The singing, the play doh, the occasional tantrum. Those I can handle. But making sure that my kids end up nice, kind people? That’s really and truly…hard.
Every week I broach spirituality with my children. I might not do it just like you. But don’t freak out, just dig deep. You can do it. I have faith. In you.
What kids really want, need, crave and create memories around is simply the act of being together. Formal or casual, it all counts. And it’s all sigh-worthy.
Even I know that change is bitter but sweet, tricky but important. My kids are getting bigger, people and I’m trying to avoid the sniffles as they do.
A mensch is the best man ever. Translated to fatherhood, that’s a tall order to fill.