My alter ego’s name is Phyllis. Not as provocative as Sasha Fierce or as precocious as Beyoncé’s new sidekick,...
I grew up in an Orthodox community in Midwood, Brooklyn. My mother still lives there and I live three blocks...
There have been a few changes in our home life since Adrian and I welcomed our newest edition, Alma, to the...
February 28, 2011
The hardest part of my son’s birth wasn’t laboring at home for a day, or even...
At just nine weeks pregnant, my doctor ran a blood test and we waited on the results, full of anticipation....
I can’t believe my first baby girl is already 2! In the beginning of this journey into parenthood I can remember...
Giving your child a Hebrew name is a long-standing tradition in Judaism. Sometimes families have elaborate...
You just spent several hours or days in the hospital giving birth to your child or, in our case, several months...
The doctor calls Adrian and me saying, “Congratulations! You’re pregnant!” Adrian hugs me and we lift Helen...
I type this while holding a squirmy, feverish 3-month-old in my lap. Shh, shh, shh, I tell him. It’s OK,...
Four months ago, I gave birth to a baby girl. After a long labor and unexpected C-section, there was...
My husband jokes that I only married him so I could finally celebrate Christmas. And I admit that I...
Two years ago, when we were a parenting blogging staff of two and our children were mere babes, our Editorial...
My daughter, Helen Rose Castaneda, wakes up one day at 10-and-a-half months old, pulls herself up in her crib...
Who should receive a Hebrew name? What requirements should be met? Should a Hebrew name only come with a stated...
We had been planning our vacation to upstate New York for six months. The hotels book up by the end of August,...
When my Catholic husband and I decided to participate in a dual baby-naming/baptism ceremony for our firstborn,...
One of the most difficult aspects of pregnancy for me—especially right now in week 36—is the prospect of leaving...
Growing up, my mother’s house was kosher. We had dishes for dairy and dishes for meat and we never mixed milk...
I was in the seventh grade when my father died. I had already been asked to leave an Orthodox yeshiva in the...
There was a painting that hung in the living room of our house when I was a child. My father’s good friend...
First words. What was my own first word? Probably “Mama,” though now my mother doesn’t remember. She does remember...
Adrian and I met working at a restaurant. Some might call it an “interfaith restaurant.” Tucked away in Cobble...
I believe in the mystical. Tarot Cards, Ouji boards, even the woman on the corner of Ocean Avenue...
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