Tag Archive: humor

posted a blog on July 14, 2017

There’s often a village of humans helping us find our way in this crazy world, especially as we’re growing up.  The village may be comprised of our parents, grandparents, other relatives, friends of the family, teachers, etc… Not everyone’s village is the same.  These humans may offer advice and guide us in the right direction.   The...  

posted a blog on April 25, 2017

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...  

posted a blog on April 15, 2017

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...  

posted a blog on August 15, 2016

I love my dear husband.  I am one of those rare creatures that loved him from the minute I saw him across the room at a frat party at the ripe old age of nineteen.  Even though I was hot and heavy with someone else, we locked eyes, danced on couches to J-Lo and Ja-Rule’s, “I’m...  

posted a blog on June 17, 2016

My son is a strapping young man. He’s handsome. He’s confident. He’s burly. He’s a jokester with a soft heart. He’s got a mess of wispy blonde curls and bright blue eyes. He’s like the prankster you grow to love (and excuse from all his pranks.) He kisses and hugs with wild abandon, and speaks...  

posted a blog on June 3, 2016

Oh, those great Landscapes that wonder through my world, winding and telling my story:I became a Fertile Crescent and the depths descended upon the face of my being, that is to say: My Face The crevasses are deep, wide, unimaginable: Are they filled with clay? Or rock? Or water? Or Mommy Brain? I speak of...  

posted a blog on May 29, 2016

When I first had my baby, my sense of humor went on hiatus. Sure, sometimes I felt amazed and content, but often I was a weeping, cranky mess who couldn’t believe my perfect child was going to be in our apartment, needing me, all the time. A few months in, while nursing my infant for the millionth time...