All She Wrote

05/07/2013 | | Special To The Jewish Week | All She Wrote

I’ve already kissed her good night, but my daughter Talia, who is 11, pulls closer and whispers, “I’m afraid of dying.”

“You dying?” I ask. It is a ritual we have been through before. “My dying? Daddy dying? Grandma and Grandpa dying?”

“Everyone,” she answers, as she has many times since she was 3 years old and spotted a strangely motionless fish washed up on a Long Island beach.

04/09/2013 | | Special To The Jewish Week | All She Wrote

In the tiny German village where she grew up, Rivka Weinstein was known as Cathrin. She played in the meadows and prayed in a church.

03/05/2013 | | Special To The Jewish Week | All She Wrote

Not so long ago, I felt my first stirrings of tallis envy.

02/13/2013 | | Special To The Jewish Week | All She Wrote

Perhaps it’s the madness of mid-life, or the doldrums of winter, or just plain bad luck, but I haven’t been enjoying 2013 so far. I’m sick of sickness. I’m worn out by worry. I’m besieged by bickering children. My patience has been worn to the thinnest of rags.

01/08/2013 | | Special To The Jewish Week | All She Wrote

I’ve seen this look before. It’s the way my husband responds to news that I’ve planned a trip involving the New Jersey Turnpike. But that’s not my plan this time. 

12/11/2012 | | Special To The Jewish Week | All She Wrote

As a Jewish parent, I tend to feel a bit gleeful in late November. No need to brave lengthy lines. No need to explain to disappointed children why chopping down a tree isn’t an eco-friendly option. Here — at last — is the upside to my childhood envy of Yuletide merriment.

Ho. Ho. Ho.  (Ha! Ha!)