My grandfather escaped Nazi Germany in 1939 for the Philippines where his family, along with 1,000 other Jews, were offered refuge by then-President Quezon. In Germany, despite being chased home by Nazi youth, my grandpa had attended 1st and 2nd grade. He took a bit of a schooling hiatus as he made his way toContinue reading “It’s all Relative”
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The Lucky Ones
In 1939, before crossing the ocean to his new home in the Pacific, my grandpa spent a month in Paris with his two young cousins, Ernest and Frank Wohl, who were like brothers to him. After the war, my grandpa spent years trying to track down the Wohl brothers, only to finally, in the 1980s,Continue reading “The Lucky Ones”
Prime, Baby
I recently figured out my calling in life; the job I’ve been training for since attempting this thing called adulthood. I am supposed to be spending my days informing the world about “the 25 BEST Amazon products that you didn’t know you needed,” and the “50 most-liked items for under $50.” I’ve pretty much testedContinue reading “Prime, Baby”
Pandemic Musings
Remember when you could walk down the street without trampling lost-or-littered face masks? I fear my children will never see another fall where they don’t have to be careful of masks hidden amongst the piles of crisp golden leaves they play in… My 3-year-old is very jealous of her oh-so-cool big brothers who are, asContinue reading “Pandemic Musings”
Oral Hygiene
The other day while I was tidying up my 5-year-old’s untidy-able room, I came across a decorated plastic box. Intrigued, I opened it to find dozens of multi-colored flossers, all sorted according to hue. When I asked my son what this was, he nonchalantly told me it was just his collection. I had recently beenContinue reading “Oral Hygiene”
Tell me you’re a mom of young kids without telling me…
1. You fall asleep in the dentist’s chair even though, apparently, you have “severe” gingivitis (because you lost your floss months ago and keep forgetting to replace it so that you can at least pretend to have decent hygiene), a slight phobia of the dentist, and an Apple watch that keeps pinging you and whoContinue reading “Tell me you’re a mom of young kids without telling me…”
Just Your Typical Morning (Part 1)
4 AM: 2-yr-old comes into your bed screaming for yogurt. Because it’s breakfast time…You spend the next hour and a half explaining that no civilized human eats before the sun rises. 5:36: You relent and let 2-yr-old feast on crackers & yogurt in your bed. 6:30: You alarm goes off, which your husband doesn’t hear.Continue reading “Just Your Typical Morning (Part 1)”
Things my kids have said about my body…
Things my kids have said about my body… “Mommy, I love how your boobs hang down and point to the ground” “Eww, Mommy, you smell terrible!” (As 5-yr-old sticks face in my croch “Look, Mommy’s undies are so big I can use them as my suitcase” “Squish. Squish. Squish.” (As 2-yr-old kneads my belly) “Mommy,Continue reading “Things my kids have said about my body…”
Book of Life
Well, it’s that time of year again. Time for G-d to judge whether we live or die. If you goyim think Christmas is stressful, and are on your best behavior all year lest you find a lump of coal in your stocking, you should try living with the weight of The Book of Life. JustContinue reading “Book of Life”
The Biggest Smallest Irritations
You know what I feel like people don’t talk about enough? How incredibly painful it is when a corn chip gets lodged up in the roof of your mouth. That sh*t can really ruin a perfectly delicious bag of Doritos – which, by the way, my mother never had at our house but which IContinue reading “The Biggest Smallest Irritations”
I'm Worried My Therapist Hates Me: A neurotic millennial's musings and doodles on life, parenthood, and the myriad ways she can blame her mother for her troubles. 