Monthly Archives: November 2015

The Time I Cried At Parent-Teacher Conferences

Today was a busy, busy day. The morning after my son’s bar mitzvah included consuming all of the leftover brownies that didn’t get eaten last night, checking out all of the photos that were hashtagged #marbar15, teaching my mother how to add apps to her phone (after we emailed iForgot…

Unexpected Angels and #MarBar15

It’s getting so close to my most favorite time of the year—when Elf and Josh Groban get added to my entertainment rotation. But I’m getting way ahead of myself, because before any of my lovely December-time favorites come out to play, there’s this little thing called a bar mitzvah that’s happening….

Thank You For Being a Friend*

It was almost exactly a year ago that we started boxing up all of our belongings in order to stage and sell our house, which poured over into packing and moving, which then became living at my inlaws, which has finally ended in the current stage, living with only partial…

I Learned Math From Edward James Olmos {Sponsored}

As the child of  busy and hard-working parents, I spent a lot of my childhood (and my adulthood too, of course) watching movies and television. And it was almost always a learning experience. For example, I learned to count in Spanish and that llamas go to the dentist from Sesame…

The Milk Dud Therapy

When I picked up Isabella from school she was in tears. She buried her head into my chest and from her muffled sounds I could tell she wasn’t upset about her government test. But she didn’t want to talk about it. We walked to the car and instead of driving…

On Bar Mitzvah Dresses and Passions and Work Ethic — I’m A Mixed Bag

I went on a medication this summer that was pretty great until I realized that it was the reason that I pretty much only wear sweatpants because I was popping buttons on my jeans and moving hooks on my brassieres. So I went off the medication hoping that the ten…

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