A letter to my son on his bar mitzvah

Z- It really does feel like yesterday when you were still Choco, tucked away all cozy and warm in my belly. I remember sitting in Savta’s apartment just down the street from where we are now and having our first heart to heart. It was June 18, 2002 somewhere around...

Talking to Young Ones About Sex

Just tell the truth. As my oldest enters his teen years, and waves of young people flow in and out of our home, I am hyper-aware of the need to keep communication open on the topics of sex and relationships, and grateful that I laid the groundwork early. The questions...

What We Want For Our Children

How not to confuse your own unfulfilled desires with theirs. A few years ago, I was feeling desperate to get my kids started with music lessons. It suddenly seemed that I had missed the memo. Everywhere I looked, someone’s child was in the school band or...

Finding the Sweet Spot

It’s that place where we can help our children dream big — and give them the tools to make those dreams come true.On a recent morning, as I was dropping my second-grader off at school, he asked why he was on a single-A little league baseball team when...

On Being Late

I am truly in awe of how gracefully my 8 year old wears his lateness. No hesitation. No sense of guilt. Not even a flicker of wonder as to what others might think as he struts into the school office to pick up his late slip, his morning smile lighting up the room.I...
Raising Compassionate Boys Means Having Compassion For Boys

Raising Compassionate Boys Means Having Compassion For Boys

This post is part of the 1000 Voices for Compassion movement, an online campaign happening on February 20, 2015 (or on February 21, if you’re an overwhelmed mom of three, trying to cultivate self-compassion…) to flood the blogosphere with kindness, caring, compassion,...