When I was growing up, from toddler age through high school, we ate dinner together as a family almost-every-single-night, save for the days we had late games or practices or Dad had to give a lecture. Somehow, my dad was able to get home by 6pm and we would sit down for a civilized home-cooked meal. Dinner time was sacred. It was the only time during the week we were all together. It was the time designated to share details from our day, talk about frustrations and challenges and epiphanies and anything else. There were no topics out of … [Read more...]
Blurring the Lines Between Mother and Daughter
July 5, 2011 By 4 Comments
“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new” Rajneesh I never needed my mother more than the very first day I became a mother. The day I delivered my first child, I worked from 8:00a-6:00p and complained of cramps from 8:00a-6:00p. How was I supposed to know I was in labor? It was two weeks before my due date and I had never had labor pains before. It was also the hottest day on record for April … [Read more...]
When Talking “Dirty” is No Longer Sexy
June 29, 2011 By 3 Comments
I’m embarrassed. I’m ashamed. I’m miffed. No, I don’t have sexual incompatability issues with my husband. No, I haven’t overheard my 9-year old whispering seductive words to her friend on the subway. I’m horrified that I’ve been using fruits and vegetables laden with pesticides and rancid chemicals and you-name-it in my children’s diet --without really thinking about it. I live in New York City. All you have to do is step outside your apartment door and shop from the random fruit and vegetable vendor who is camped on every dirty … [Read more...]
Teaching Your Kids to Make Lemonade from Lemons
June 22, 2011 By 6 Comments
"You only live once, but, if you do it right, once is enough"- Mae West. This past weekend we traveled to Baltimore for Father’s Day. It’s the only weekend this entire summer we’ll be in town so inevitably every second is mapped out. That’s one of the challenges with marrying your high-school sweetheart—we’re constantly shuttling ourselves between two sets of families (who live 5 miles apart) trying to play fair to both. Over the years things have gotten much better. We no longer switch between houses each night. We unload our bags and … [Read more...]
