Tag Archive: daughters

One recent Wednesday afternoon my 3rd grade daughter – I’ll just call her M – came off the bus visibly upset.  She’s a moody one, so sometimes she comes off the bus cranky and kvetchy, but this was full on misery. She proceeded to break down in tears as soon as she got in our car. M...  

This Yiddisheh mama has a major confession to make. I’ve been holding this one in, so bear with me. It comes from a lifetime ago. You SAHM’s, like my Mrs., oh how I want to be you. Let me schmear (spread) some broad, sweeping caveats, loudly and clearly, that you, by far, have the single hardest job...  

My Mum is disappointed. In me. She’s disappointed in me. If you have ever been on the receiving end of anyone’s disappointment then you will know…it sucks! It’s a million times worse than anger, or the silent treatment. Give me a screaming argument any day – let’s get it all out in the open, cards...  

My daughter recently came home from school and told me that a little boy on the playground was pushing her around. Not so much physically, she reported, but more verbally. Telling her she couldn’t be friends with so-and-so, that she wasn’t allowed to play the game, and that she was stupid. That sort of thing....  

This past week, I avoided watching the inauguration, and instead, had lunch with a girlfriend. Then I continued to avoid watching it by running errands and drinking iced coffee in the sunshine while I worked. I suspect if I’d started watching all the coverage, I would have started drinking alcohol instead, so avoiding that kind...  

I have a confession. I didn’t vote. It’s not for the reasons that we’ve heard over and over again this election season, that “neither one is a good option.” I actually think there was a great option. My reason was a mistake. When I moved from DC to Florida two years ago (how’s that for...  

I will never raise my daughter to be a homemaker. Now, before all the SAHMs (that’s “stay-at-home-moms” for those who don’t live in the world of acronyms and text-speak) freak out and start hurling insults my way, let me assert that I have absolutely zero problem with those who choose to forgo a career in...  

SUBURBAN. I’m new to suburban life. I fought it tooth and nail for 8 years, refusing to give up the high-priced vibrancy and convenience of walking to Brooklyn’s eclectic cafes and shops, its diverse playgrounds and schools, for the inevitable sameness of an affordable home in the ‘burbs. I had visions of Stepford Wives, high...  

  HEY YOU…. Yeah, you….the girl in the Lululemon, with your venti-soy-skinny-macchiato-with-two-Splendas in the car cup holder. You’re probably reading this article during car line…. in between responding to the PTA emails, confirming next week’s sleepover, and rescheduling the orthodontist appointment you double booked. I bet you’re psyched for your idyllic planned-down-to-the-minute winter break trip, am...