It’s a truth universally acknowledged that parents aren’t supposed to have favorites, but I know I’m my mother’s. Naturally, she denies this claim over and over again until she is practically blue in the face, but that only serves to solidify my opinion. The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Out of the three children […]
Here is a list of upcoming events that you…you…you oughta know about!
Have you ever felt like your mother is exactly like one on TV or movies? Here’s a look at some of the best Jewish mother characters in film.
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.
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.
