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Two weeks ago, a tiny bud. One week ago, beginning growth. Today, flourishing. Simply amazing.
I am downright fearful of next week’s “Spring Break.” No dance class, no gymnastics, no weekly babysitter, no parent/toddler class, no Tot Shabbat. How on earth is this a break? A break from sanity? Routine? What’s a mom to do???
On our tax return, my occupation is listed as “homemaker.” I loathe that title, even though that is exactly what I am. For me, it conjures up images of women from past generations, isolated at home with no ambition (then, opportunity) to make something of … Continue reading
Yesterday was my writing teacher’s birthday. The five of us in the class gave ourselves the topic “What The Momoir Project Means to Me” and sent our essays to her at the same time as a surprise. We want her to know … Continue reading