One of my children is being evaluated for a fairly serious medical condition. It’s not fatal. It is treatable. But it is going to cause some changes in how we do things. All in all, it’s something we can handle. The part that’s been difficult is hanging in there while we go through the diagnostic phase.
I’m a person who is not thrilled with unplanned events – unless they are parties. Those are definitely okay with me. So – having a perfectly healthy child suddenly frequenting Children’s Hospital is not something I’m comfortable with – but then, who is? The good news is that the staff and our doctors have been wonderful. They definitely get it that it’s a stressful situation for all involved, and they work to keep it all low key. Continue reading →
Passover is nearly over. The matzoh balls were what they were. My kids are used to it. It’s sort of the family joke. Why? Because I’m a fairly competent cook – except for when I’m not.
Spring break is over for my oldest and winding down for the youngest two. The house will be quiet with them both in school all day again. Still, the routine makes me appreciate the moments of special time we create and fit into the cracks between school, homework, work, and sleep.
Passover is nearly here. I’m deep into my annual matzoh ball dread. No matter what I do, my matzoh balls are heavy as lead. I have these dreams of puffy clouds floating on the surface of my marvelous broth. I have the reality of matzoh balls that sink like rocks. I’m begging you. If you have some matzoh ball tips, please share with the rest of us – or at the very least with me!
For Shabbat this evening we’ll finalize our plans for our family seder. I want to make it special this year. The kids are all definitely old enough to have an opinion and lend a hand. I think it could be fun. I have a book, Jewish Holiday Style, to get us started. After that, I’m sure the kids will have some great ideas of their own.
Our story begins… “In 1984, a group of eight young feminists at Oberlin College created “A Women’s Haggadah.”” There were 200 women at the seder and they wanted to use language that included the voices of the women who had come before them in Judaism. Part of the inclusion they sought was inclusion for lesbians and gays. Continue reading →
Spring break is coming up for my college son! It will be good to have him home. He’s not quite into the “Jewish thing” as he calls it. It seems he’s decided to observe the phases of the moon. No. I kid you not. While he’s here, he’ll augment his moon gazing with some Jewish tradition.
Passover is coming up. There’s plenty to do to prepare. It would be nice if everyone were here for the entire holiday, but college-boy will return for at least one Seder.
For Shabbat this evening we’ll discuss what it means to create family traditions. How do we decide which to keep? How do we decide what to do? Why is it important?
Okay. I’m sitting here laughing. What kind of Italian Jewish mom creates a site and leaves out a section for food? I’ve flown in the face of at least three traditions and lived to tell the tale! Read more
It’s hard to believe another week has flown by. In fact, another month has flown by – at least by the secular calendar. I’m ready for one of two things: a really big snowstorm or an early spring. This cold weather without snow is getting very old!
This week we’re going to vary our traditional Shabbat dinner and mix it up a bit. We’re going to have an Italian twist and serve ravioli instead of chicken. It’s one of the dinners I grew up with that works on Shabbat. We’ll have a salad and challah, too. For dessert? Ricotta with mini semi-sweet chocolate chips.
I promised a discussion topic each Shabbat. I’ve been giving it a lot of thought. For this week I’ve settled on a question that’s been a hot topic in our house the past few weeks as my 10th grade son prepared to give a speech in English class. Do you believe animal testing should be banned? Are there any circumstances where it should be allowed?
It used to feel strange that I was the one who wanted to celebrate Shabbat each week. After all, I was the one in the house who wasn’t Jewish. I hadn’t converted yet, so I was spared the witty remarks about the “zeal of the convert.” Still, at first I was hesitant to press the issue.
One day it occurred to me that not wanting to raise the kids in the faith I’d had as a child did not mean I wanted to raise them in a faith in name only. No way was I raising a bunch of secular Jews. I wanted them to have traditions and memories of family time that were associated with Judaism. Read more