Last week, my 93-year-old grandfather passed away. It came as shock because I could never imagine him dying. My grandfather always seemed invincible, even after he started using a cane to get around. He was always well-dressed, put together and articulate, and usually the smartest one in the room. He was hospitalized a week prior to… [Read More]
Since my daughter’s school ended, we have been in full summer mode. I open my eyes each morning to bright sunshine pouring through my window. When I look outside, my street is lush and colorful, full of flowers and plastic toys scattered in my neighbors’ yards. In the afternoons, the sky has been such a bright blue… [Read More]
Last winter, my daughter and I visited a local nusery school for a tour. My daughter had just turned two, and I was surprised at how eager she was to explore the classroom on her own. I wrote this essay, “Learning to Let Go” about our visit. It took me over a year to find… [Read More]
One of the biggest challenges I have as a writer is finding the time to write. I spend my days shuttling around my daughter, cleaning up after her, running the household and trying to keep my sanity through all of it. I am very lucky to have several hours most days when I can write… [Read More]
The one constant of motherhood is that it defies expectation. The depth of my love and joy goes much deeper than I could have imagined. At the same time, I am often surprised by the things that are much more difficult than I thought they would be, like my daughter transitioning to nursery school. In… [Read More]
We found each other last summer through Facebook groups and online writing classes: an American mother living in Japan with small children, a humor writer in Texas whose kids were off at college, an essayist in Arizona with an eye for detail and a 10-year-old daughter, an English mother living in Israel with her family and a… [Read More]
I am incredibly blessed to have had my grandparents in my life for the last 37 years. In my most recent essay on Kveller, I write about my beautiful, larger-than-life grandmother, and how I long to teach my daughter about her. Read the essay here.