Isabella is almost nine years old. She reminds me of this fact all the time; she has been planning her birthday party since her last birthday party. She is days away from finishing the third grade; she is almost a fourth grader. She’s BIG, according to her. (And according to…
There are topics I tend not to tackle over here, for the sake of many things, including the privacy of family members—money, sex, religion. Sure, I skirt around them a little bit and sometimes dip a toe into some unchartered waters. Today I’m jumping in. With both feet. I guess…
My kids keep doing this thing called growing, which is how I found the five of us yelling and screaming at each other on a Saturday morning while we were all trying to dress for synagogue. If you saw my family on Saturday, you probably didn’t notice that Isabella was wearing…
