School Bus + Train Tracks = ?

Lena begged months ago for me to chaperone her final field trip of the year, and I agreed, not truly believing the day would arrive when I had to spend precious school hours shuffling through a damp cavern tour. The day arrived. Parents had to drive our own cars, and we could meet at Howe Caverns or… Continue reading School Bus + Train Tracks = ?

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Mother’s Day Retort

Stop telling me I’m intuitive. Stop telling me I’m nurturing. Stop telling me I’m tireless. You don’t know that I’d do anything for my kids, that I’m selfless, patient, or affectionate. All you know is that I’m a mother and it’s Mother’s Day. That’s the one day every year that people feel perfectly entitled—even obligated—to… Continue reading Mother’s Day Retort

Church

I went to church this weekend. Just not the normal kind. When I was a sight-seeing child in Europe, churches were the salvation of my tired little legs. After dutifully examining the statue/triptych/stained glass of art historical significance, and before moving on to the next entry in the Blue Guide, I was permitted a few… Continue reading Church

Letter from Santa

Lena wanted me to send this photo to Santa to let him know that she received his letter and was honored to fulfill his request. Also, she would be happy to help him again in the future. Below you will find Santa′s letter, which Lena discovered on a box in her room when we returned… Continue reading Letter from Santa

Rites of Passage

A little over thirteen years ago, my first child was born. We named him Noah Cohen-Greenberg, which maybe could have sounded more Jewish if we’d tried harder (middle name “Moses”?), but maybe not. Shortly thereafter, he was circumcised in the hospital by a sardonic Korean obstetrician. If you are Jewish, you may have already read… Continue reading Rites of Passage

Missing the Magic

She asked again yesterday, when we came home from “The Magic of Christmas,” the Albany Symphony Orchestra’s annual spectacle of red, white, and sparkly. “Why can’t we do Christmas?” Lena’s my third child, but strangely the first to ask. My eldest accepted our Santa-lessness as a given, the way eldest children do; he wanted to… Continue reading Missing the Magic