Five days overdue. Prays baby doesn’t come on Bay to Breakers. Sciatica. Questions acupuncture to induce labor. Season One of Call the Midwife. Joyful; I’m going to be a mom! Six days overdue. Seasons Two and Three of Call the Midwife. Serenity; a natural birth will be a breeze! Seasons Four of Call the Midwife. Lots …
I always imagined that when I was pregnant, I would do everything right. I’d eat super foods, take prenatal vitamins daily, exercise regularly and read all the books (shoots arm up with a mighty fist). For the first 15 weeks of my pregnancy, I drank only sparkling apple juice, forced down bagels and cream cheese, and relentlessly chewed Trident …
So many big, happy changes. Everywhere. A best friend about to move across the country to save lives. A friend who said yes – two actually! Friends became lawyers, doctors, published authors and journalists. Some sang on Broadway and had starring roles in films, others gave up high paying jobs to travel for months, became professional athletes, …
Everybody always thinks I’m a vegetarian. In college (and on really bad hair days in law school, which was every day), I was told it was because my hair was really long and wavy and kind of frizzy, and I wore turquoise, and animals are cute, and I love them, and I don’t eat fish, and …
Purim is coming a little late for me this year. Just as I’m crawling out of my upside-down life, it wants to pull me back in. There used to be so much time. And then I went from student to professional. And then Adam got mono. Then I spent a weekend in New York and, …
I’ve heard the story about my dad’s first day of kindergarten at least a dozen times. He was ready for the day. Excited even. But then he talked in class and was banished to the corner. It was cruel. He barely made it out alive. When the final bell rang, he ran to his mom after class …
Minimalism is in. And, anyways, it feels good to say no. It has been a slow stroll into 2014 for me. I’ve neglected my gmail account. I’ve turned my text alert off. I’ve forgotten my log in password for my school’s website, and heaven help me if I can recall my locker code tomorrow morning. …
Some weekends remind us how far we’ve come. Half of the time, I grew up in a Splenda house. A non-fat milk, sugar-free chocolate, ten-calorie popsicle, crazy-fiber-muffins-for-breakfast-make-for-super-embarrassing-drives-to-school kind of house. The other half of the time I spent eating cantaloupe for dessert. Cantaloupe or Jell-o with whipped cream. Cantaloupe is what you eat when you’d …
This year, I want to play the long game. Rosh HaShanah never really meant much to me. We didn’t celebrate it as a kid, and it wasn’t until I was 24 years old and living in Israel that I even discovered people had Rosh HaShanah seders. I was terrified at that table with Adam’s …
I am asleep but my heart is awake. Two years ago, I packed up my clothes, emptied my cabinets, and crossed the long, marbled hallway into Ben Gurion airport. I sat alone at my gate, eyes welling with tears, and I wrote a post about leaving Israel. When the plane took off, I said a …
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