A Hipstermom's wonderful adventure in Mommyland
Gaby's shoulders slumped as he hung laundry on Friday afternoon. His cousin had picked up the kids for a fun afternoon at their great Aunt and Uncle's house and we were taking advantage of the quiet to prepare the house for Shabbat. I had already spent three hours cooking through Millennial Kosher, ...
I woke up this morning feeling sad. Perhaps it's the grey skies or the fight I had with my 7 year old before she went to bed last night. It might have to do with the book I started reading called Keto for Cancer, in my desperate search to find a way of eating that is both healthier and will ...
I realized I had done myself a complete disservice at 5:30 a.m. on Shabbat morning, as I laid shivering on the bathmat of our bathroom floor. I had been vomiting for a half an hour already and I was too weak to get myself back into bed. It had been a rough night with the kids and five sleepless ...
It took about 20 rockets shot at the Golan Heights last night to truly break me out of the cancer bubble I have been living in for the past six months. It wasn't a complete shock to me though. I've lived in Israel for almost 12 years now; I made Aliyah three days after the end of the 2006 war in ...
So much of this journey is similar to my pregnancies that sometimes, if I want to indulge my delusions, I tell myself that I'm really just expecting. I know, it's just crazy to think that way, but I'm still trying to come to grips with my diagnosis. You'd think, after six rounds of R-CHOP, one round ...
I pass my Ketubah hundreds of times on a daily basis, it is one of my most valuable pieces of art. Stretched and framed, it hangs on the wall right outside of my bedroom door. The calligraphy is magnificent, designed and crafted by hand by Asher Herzberg, my friend Eta's father. I had seen his ...
