One of two things happen every time I buy sunglasses. The first is that they get stolen—by a certain 13-year-old who often sneakily makes off with my shirts and leggings and everything I shrink in the laundry. The second thing is that I hear that familiar sound of a child-size…
We had a mostly uneventful drive home from Virginia. Mostly we discussed all of the stops we usually make (Read: bribes) that we couldn’t make along the way because of Passover. Ice cream? Nope. Doughnuts? No. Boxes of cookie crisp at our usual Target detour? No can do-sville. “But what can…
There are just so many matzah crumbs in my life right now. My children, who normally eat on a fairly normal schedule (it’s best we don’t talk about the drinking, because I swear to god, my kids drink water like fish—all the livelong day)(Do fish even drink water excessively?), are…
