Musings on the three most important things in my life; my husband, my kids and my Little Yellow Notepad
"Fight? Why would my kids fight? No, they don't fight." Oh. I kind of half smiled, sure it was a joke. It wasn't. I was catching up with an old friend, a rare occasion considering where I live. And like all good moms who catch up, we inevitably were talking about our kids. And my… Continue reading Mommy Survival Rule #3,721
"You're such a calm mother. You don't get all stressed out about your kids." Hmm, I had to think that over. Was that a compliment or an insult? Does that mean I let my kids get away with whatever they want? Or does it mean I'm flexible? I wasn't sure. But it did leave me… Continue reading What type of mother am I anyway?
I had it all worked out. My house would be different. I eyed my new dinette set. I had carefully chosen the color pattern for the chairs; the greys and blues blended so softly. The texture was right, and it was easy to wipe clean too. The table matched so well, all carefully chosen for… Continue reading I knew my house would be different
I did it. I ran the marathon. No, not a 5k or 10k. I'd call it the gazillion-k, if not more. I ran the Pesach marathon. It starts off with weeks of training, slowly easing into it. Warm ups. Looking through past notes. Checking old menus. Shopping lists. Training gets a bit more intense; decisions need… Continue reading I ran the marathon!
I watched the torches. 8 torches, with shining, radiant flames, parading down the street. Parading through the streets of small town, America. The streets of a city with strong values. Secular values. Ethical values. Moral values. But not known for Jewish values. But there they were. The torches raised up high. Held by the future… Continue reading Yesterday, we were all torches
