Minnesota Mamaleh: On Balance
My kids, my house, my husband, myself. What’s that last one again? I’m grasping for balance, friends.
My kids, my house, my husband, myself. What’s that last one again? I’m grasping for balance, friends.
Blessed people. I’m talking about the word blessed. What did you think I was going to write about today?! Sheesh.
My relationship with Israel is like any other– sometimes fabulous, sometimes painful. What kind of a connection do I want to foster between Israel and my kids?
Raising my boy feels so very different than my girls. A lot of it I’m still muddling through, but the mazik-cutie-pie-trouble-maker part of him? That, I love!
My Grandmother is a Holocaust survivor. This is her story. I am honored (and humbled) to tell it.
Taking the “just the way it is” out of religion and bringing honest-to-goodness thinking and questioning right back on in.
The concept of freedom. Of choices. And of using those choices wisely really resonated with us and became the gem of a lesson embedded within the rituals of Passover.
I just love teachable moments, don’t you? Especially ones that lend themselves to teaching my girls how to be kick-butt adults. And if there’s finger puppets involved, all the better!
Somewhere amidst the wonderful mess that is a family is you as a couple. How do you keep it that way through diapers, sleepless nights and limited time together?
So does my family celebrate Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, and the December 31st version as well? You bet we do! And while we have different memories and customs for both holidays, this year we made the connection between the two days for our kids and for ourselves.