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.
My daughter and I are out for a walk around the block and her small hand is folded into mine. It is mild for March, and warm when we stand in the sunshine. We linger in these sunny spots on the street, letting the warmth seep into our skin. “Look at those flowers,” I point out to my… [Read More]
“Mommy, I want to dance,” my daughter says, and begins to swing her hips back and forth, following the beat of the music playing on the radio. It is nearly 6pm and we are at our local grocer picking up dinner. The store is crowded but my daughter is the only child there, and I silently… [Read More]
In the days leading up to last weekend’s snowstorm, I couldn’t escape the news about it. Comments about snow littered my Facebook feed and every time I turned on the TV, the storm was being discussed. Newscasters predicted an epic snowstorm with unprecedented snowfall and potential damage. With each passing day, my anxiety multiplied. I worried about uncontrollable events,… [Read More]
“I don’t want a braid, I just want my hair down,” my daughter instructs the hairdresser. She is sitting in a pink toy Jeep at the kids’ hair salon and watching an Elmo movie while simultaneously directing how she wants her hair styled. It is late summer so the room is crowded with other kids… [Read More]
In my most recent essay on Mamalode, I write about the beauty that comes with loving with your whole heart and being loved fully as you are. Read the full essay here.