The Car Ride From Hell That Didn’t Really Bother Me

It’s been a long, hot summer here in our new home. We have gone from North America to Middle East, freezing ocean to warm sea, English to Hebrew (but I’ll keep my posts in the former), urban to rural, family dog to no dog, burritos to falafel, no cousins to tons of...

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...