PARENTS DESERVE TO EAT GOOD FOOD TOO!

Amidst the countless challenges I've faced over the last 3 years of being a mom...sleep deprivation, breastfeeding mishaps, failed attempts at disciplining and so on and so forth, I've always counted myself lucky that my husband and I could take baby girl to fairly nice restaurants. I'm not talking "family friendly" rotisserie chicken or burger... Continue Reading →

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ODE TO MOTHERING A TODDLER

When life gives you a whiny toddler, put on an episode of Girls and reach for that pint of Häagen-Dazs cookie dough ice cream. For one woman's muffin top is another woman's washboard abs. Try not to be fooled by fellow mommy Pinterest accounts, all toddlers are gremlins that tantrum when they can't eat marshmallows... Continue Reading →

WOE IS ME

So here’s an interesting anecdote. Last night after my husband cooked me a mouth-watering plate of pasta vongole accompanied by a delicious Chianti, instead of showering him with compliments and affection I felt annoyed because he ended the evening by breaking a new crystal glass of wine. Oh yes. No joke. My dysfunctional mind chose... Continue Reading →

LOOKS LIKE EMPATHY CAN BE TAUGHT

On Friday November 4th my mother went to the Jewish General Hospital for a procedure meant to fix an unsuccessful bypass she had undergone six months ago. It's been virtually a year that she's been dealing with symptoms related to blockages in her arteries and while we thought that the worst was behind us, that she could... Continue Reading →

WORKING MOM I FEEL YOUR PAIN

It starts as soon as you begin looking for daycare. The guilt and discomfort with the idea of leaving your child under the care of strangers for virtually nine (NINE!) hours a day,  five days a week. What makes matters worst is that your search cannot be based on the best care available but rather what's close to... Continue Reading →

STOP THIS TRAIN…

"I want to get off and go home again." I want to lie with my mother on the couch at 80 Easton while she brushes her fingers through my hair. I want to have chai and toast with my parents and siblings on Saturday morning while watching Bollywood and listening to my father tell stories, I want to go camping in Old... Continue Reading →

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