All She Wrote

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!)

11/06/2012 | | Special To The Jewish Week | All She Wrote

It is two days after Sandy, and the Jewish Community Center of Manhattan is overrun with stir- (and storm) crazy parents and their progeny. Ruth Balinsky Friedman, however, cuts through the boisterous crowd with ease. 

10/10/2012 | | Special To The Jewish Week | All She Wrote

I catch myself in a sob when I see that parade of pink ribbons each autumn, the signs announcing loved ones lost to breast cancer. 

09/11/2012 | | Special To The Jewish Week | All She Wrote

Some people cheat on their spouses. I cheat on rabbis.

08/07/2012 | | Special To The Jewish Week | All She Wrote

On the spectrum of risky behavior, I fall toward the nervous end of cautious: I’m the type who analyzes every detail of every decision, resulting in paralysis over routine matters such as purchasing a new bedspread.

07/11/2012 | | Special To The Jewish Week | All She Wrote

The moment after my 7-year-old boards the camp bus, I’m off, sprinting toward Central Park, where my feet pummel the uneven earth of the Bridle Path, where my head pounds, and my troubles slowly retreat as I gain speed. Some days, I pray, too; silent pleas to a God I hope is listening.