Family
What’s a Good B’Nai Mitzvah Gift? And What If the Kid Doesn’t Care?
Welcome to Mommyblogging Dearest, your guide to Jewish parenting online — hipster and otherwise. What thirteen-year-olds want: Eternal popularity, to be left alone, and the Nintendo Wii. What you should get them for their B’Nai Mitzvot, however, is anybody’s guess. … Read More
I’m Hot, My Wife’s Not
It might come as no surprise that I spent the better part of my twenties trying, with limited success, to get laid. Sure, there were flashes of passion, excitement, the humming thrill in my private places; a drunken kiss in … Read More
A Jewish Girl’s Guide to Genetic Testing (Part Four)
[This is the fourth in a four-part series published on Fridays.] In the six weeks I spent waiting to hear whether I tested positive for the cancer gene, I refused to think about the results. Perhaps I was just as … Read More
A Jewish Girl’s Guide to Genetic Testing (Part Three)
[This is the third in a four-part series published on Fridays.] My mother and I made a deal. I would get tested for the breast cancer gene, and in exchange, she would go to therapy for at least six months. … Read More
A Jewish Girl’s Guide to Genetic Testing (Part Two)
[This is the second in a four-part series published on Fridays.] I visited my mom in the hospital only once after she had her hysterectomy. I was 12, and the only thing I remember is being jealous that she could … Read More
A Jewish Girl’s Guide to Genetic Testing (Part One)
[This is the first in a four-part series published on Fridays.] Later this month, my mother is going to have her breasts removed—not because she has cancer, but because she’s quite sure she’ll get it. It’s not the first time … Read More
Rock Out With Your Latke Out
When I was growing up, Chanukah seemed like a wan, meaningless holiday, albeit a personally lucrative one. My celebratory memories mostly involve the receipt of Atari 2600 cartridges. Some vestiges of old-neighborhood tradition lingered: Homemade latkes, a bag of gelt, … Read More
Reefer Dadness
When my son was 18 months old, my best friend from high school came through town on his way to California. He’s a respected physician and my most trusted medical counselor. We went back to my office and looked over … Read More
