From the moment that my first daughter and then her sister were born, I steeled myself for the day that they would grow up and leave. Yet their departure came sooner than I imagined: at 8 am this morning, to be precise, when my husband and
Like every parent on the planet, I’ve told my daughters more times than I can remember some variation of the following:
Yes, you can eat chocolate for dinner or stay up until three am or leave orange peels on the floor or [fill in the blank] when you have your own place and pay your
As I’ve written here previously, I’m an ardent admirer of Michelle Obama, particularly her ability to make the seamless life seem so easy. This upcoming book on the Obamas by Chris Anderson, which is intended to portray Mrs. Obama as an insolent, money-hungry shrew of a wife, makes me like her even more.
A decade ago today, I gave birth to my second daughter and as it happened, my last child, Mira Justine Israel. I remember wondering before she arrived whether I could possibly love her as much as her older sister. But the second I held Mira in my arms, I discovered, as all parents do,
Another September, another school year begins begins for my daughters and me. This year, my almost-ten year old enters fifth grade while my almost teenager goes on to eight grade, the last before high school. Today, we officially dispensed with the tradition of my dropping them off at school on the first day and instead,
In dating, it’s known as "the big reveal" – the point in an emerging relationship where both participants put everything out on the table, from old flames to skeletons in the closet to religious preferences and desire for marriage and children. Deciding when to make the big reveal is tricky. Disclose too soon and you
Yesterday, while driving home from the mall with my daughters, they began fantasizing about the day that my older daughter would get her license (still four years off) so that they could go shopping together, sans mom. My daughters then asked if I’d let them take the car to the mall or other destinations when
Many of you may know what it’s like to stand up when the jury verdict’s about to be read. Your heart pounds, your palms sweat and you get weak in the knees. The seconds seem like an eternity as you wait to learn the result.
Before I became a mom, I could think of nothing
October 21, 1996 marks the day that I qualified to celebrate Mothers’ Day with the birth of my first daughter, Elana. Exactly a week to the day of my daughter’s birth, I donned the one non-maternity work skirt that still fit me (albeit with the top button open), slipped a boxy red blazer over my
I’m not much of a political junkie, but I made a point of watching Michelle Obama’s speech to the Democrat National Convention. Michelle (it’s tough for me to refer to someone a few months older than me as "Mrs.") intrigues me, largely because she’s a contemporary with many superficialities in common: we both graduated