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“Into the Unknown”

A few years back, I wrote a little parenting piece that appeared in the local paper called “Let it Go.” I think it’s time for the sequel: “Into the Unknown.”

I’m Starting to Crack

I hit my proverbial wall last week. Not surprisingly, my downfall came following an epic quarantine birthday celebration for my now 9-year-old, complete with a surprise street party, her dream menu and a new bike. Why do highs always have to be followed by…

Adaptability Boot Camp

I was looking over my writing from the beginning of the year – from the “before” times – hoping to find some writing inspiration. My creative outlets these past 5 and ½ weeks haven’t extended much beyond chalk-art with my kids, and innovative cocktail-mixing…

Slopestyle with the Quiters

It’s January 28 and my family has already clocked in 11 days on the mountain. And I mean full days, 9-4, with the exception of a 2pm quitting time on Christmas Eve and a mid-day movie break during a snowstorm. We do let the…

Guns suck

I often feel paralyzed by the gun violence plaguing this country, and after last week’s grotesque number of mass shootings – in Gilroy, El Paso, Dayton, Chicago, Brooklyn, and more – I was shocked to arrive at the park to find a dad distributing…

Behind the Goggles

This past winter, I became that mom posting epic family photos from Tahoe. Adorable children decked out in their ski clothes striking cocky poses, parents beaming with pride, honest smiles beaming from all five faces.

A Love Letter to Jewish Summer Camp

I sent my eldest off to camp this past Sunday. Two weeks away from home – no parents, siblings, TV. Only two books, one stuffy, and an open heart and mind.

Lessons on the Picket Line

My second grader has only been out of school for two days, but I think she has learned more from the teacher’s strike than an entire year’s worth of social studies curriculum.

How Wrapping Paper Derailed My Holidays – Parts I & II

Part I: Holiday Season 2017 I’m a northern California Jew, born and bred in sunny San Jose, and now a proud Oakland resident. So what do I know about winter, let alone the snow? My parents emigrated from “Back East,” and my dad was…

Renegade Shoes

I had an altercation over the weekend at the local YMCA. Altercation might be a tad overstated, but for a conflict-avoider like me, it was kind of a big deal.