jewish moms

03.27.12
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Oh, hello there. Hi. Hey. What’s up. Remember me? GOOD. I know…. been a while since I’ve posted anything. I’m well overdue for a story about Jonah and his questions or my unshaven legs (though I must say, shockingly, they’re actually quite smooth these days. Jonah on the other hand… his questions are still incessant). Anyway… What exactly have I been doing that has taken me away from all things perfectly disheveled? I don’t entirely know. But I know I’ve been BUSY. I’ve got a pile of mail, a slew of phone calls to returns, an inbox of of unread emails, and a dozen shows that are on the brink ...Read More
10.04.10
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As I get more and more entrenched in the “mom space,” I’m starting to wonder if some moms have a stronger genetic predisposition to the “MG” (that’s: Mom Guilt) more than others. Is it regional? Is it an age thing? Is it an environmental thing? Until recently, I would say I was your quintessential Californian/ Westside neurotic mom. Perhaps it was a divorce, a full time job (in said “mom space”), and some personal drama sprinkled here and there that made me loosen the reigns… that made me able to laugh at myself more and truly embrace the “whatever works” attitude that I desperately wished I lived by. Of course, connecting ...Read More
I’m Jewish. My mother is Jewish. My father is Jewish. My ancestors are Jewish. As a child I spent summers at (Jewish) summer camp, attended religious school, and was even bat mitzvah’d. I feel Jewish. Think Jewish. And catch me on a humid, not so good hair day, alas, I look Jewish. All of that Judaism, for me, has meant one thing (okay, three): Food, jokes, and tradition. Let me break this down as to what this means…. Food. This one has nothing to actually do with the type of cuisine Jews eat, because frankly, if you judged my Judaism by the “Jewish things” I eat, I would not ...Read More