If, or rather, when, they leave us, it doesn't mean they love us any less. And perhaps it means we come to love them even more.
Who by fire? Thoughts on mortality during the Jewish New Year Festival
Green eggs and super-strong adhesives: What I learned about my parents by reading Dr. Seuss
Sometimes, appreciating a tasty meal or some fantastic glue is enough to make us feel a little less alone, and to remind us of the time when we were once cared for, sheltered, and held by the very gods themselves.
A Tashlikh Meditation for the Self and the Nation
It is the new year, as celebrated by some of our ancestors. One more journey around the sun. Time to take stock.
The consent game
The message is clear: unless her health or safety are at stake, she and she alone gets to decide who touches her body. Period.
Stairway
It's often hard to know how close to be to our children. Case in point, once I nearly let my own child fall down the stairs.
Don’t just do something
Don't have a plan. Put away your phone. Heck, don't even take off your pajamas. And if you run out of stuff to do, may I recommend an expedition to your local drugstore?
Toddler tapas
Stop cooking for your toddler. I mean it.
Hold on tight
Difficult conversations are, well, difficult. Well, when intense feelings abound and are calling at us, daring us to steer toward the rocks, the first thing we must do is hold on tight!
Parent Q&A: When kids prefer one parent, part 2: This time it’s personal
This is heartbreaking for me too, and sometimes I have no idea what I'm doing either.
