In my most recent essay on Mamalode, I write about the beauty that comes with loving with your whole heart and being loved fully as you are. Read the full essay here.
Dreidels and Christmas Lights
“Mommy, does Jenny play dreidel too?” my daughter asks me one day in anticipation of a play date. She has been learning about Chanukah in her temple pre-school. “No,” I answer. “Jenny doesn’t know how to play dreidel because she doesn’t celebrate Chanukah.” My daughter shoots me a quizzical look. Her little brow furrows and she seems confused…. [Read More]
A Kind Thanksgiving
On the ride home from nursery school, my daughter tells me that she learned the Turkey Song for Thanksgiving. I watch her in the rearview mirror as she bops her head from side to side while singing: “The turkey is a funny bird, it’s head goes wobble, wobble. And it only has one word: gobble, gobble, gobble!”… [Read More]
Making Time
“Mommy, how was yoga?” My daughter and I are walking out of her nursery school when she asks me this question. It is a warm day for the fall and I am relieved to have her hand in mine after our morning apart. “Oh, I didn’t make it to yoga. I just went to the… [Read More]
My Favorite Part
“Mommy, will you play with me?” My doe eyed daughter looks up at me as I frantically wash dishes in the sink. We are running late. We are always running late. She grabs my shirt, imploring me to sit with her. So I turn off the water and sink down to the hardwood floor…. [Read More]
It’s Okay to Drink Wine Under the Covers
I am so excited to share that I was published on Scary Mommy last weekend for the first time, with an essay titled: It’s Okay to Drink Wine Under the Covers. Because, well, it is. Click here to read the article on Scary Mommy.
The Hardest Days
This essay was first published on Mamalode. Every muscle in my body is aching and the clock is moving painfully slow. My daughter is ripping apart the playroom despite my pleas to calm down. “Mommy, I can’t find my gold shoes!” she screams at me, with tears running down her small face. Five minutes… [Read More]
The Ride Home
I sit on the bench outside of my daughter’s nursery school classroom, patiently waiting for dismissal. The other moms and I make small talk and I check my iPhone. When the door opens, my daughter comes bolting out of the classroom with an enormous smile on her face. She is flushed from being outside in… [Read More]
This is Good
I beg my pajama-wearing daughter to get dressed. We have twenty minutes to get to our playdate and she has not had breakfast yet. I open up her closet and tell her to just pick something to wear. After much debate, she grabs a pink and gray dress off the hanger. I try to help… [Read More]
The Sparkling Sea
“It’s so sparkly,” my daughter exclaims while pointing at the ocean through the open blinds of her room. I nod while peering out the window. She is right – the reflection of the morning sun creates a sparkle effect on the top layer of the water. It is stunning and contrasts against the deep blue… [Read More]