Moderation and I have never been friends. Not natural friends, anyway. I tend to do better with strict rules or…
Guilt and Mindfulness
I’ve been feeling guilty lately. Kind of an occupational hazard of being a Jewish mother I guess, especially a Jewish…
I Thought My Cannabis Story Was Over Years Ago
My romance with the green flower started in the mid-90s, around the same time as I met cigarettes and alcohol…
Talking About War With 5 Year Olds
GG had a story to tell me when I got home from work today. “Mama, there’s this country near us,…
The Next Stage of Motherhood
Little A finished breastfeeding last month, just before her 2nd birthday. Well, I say she stopped, but it was my…
The Anxiety of Being an Allergy Mama
I’ve been a pregnant mother, and a Hypnobirthing mama. A natural birthing mother, a new mother. I’ve been a nursing mother…
Pearl Jam for the Soul
As the first chords of “Release” rang out across the Stadio Olimpico, low and dissonant, tears ran down my cheeks.…
A Rambling Poem for Bedtime
Sometimes I feel like such a sucker, sitting here in the dark as you both get yourselves off to sleep.…
I Thought I Had Years Before This Conversation
We’re snuggled up on the couch for our Friday afternoon movie while Little A naps. Once he accepts that we…
My Husband is More of a Feminist Than Me
I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without my husband. There, I said it. This exhausting juggle, the…
