I struggle with perfectionism. To be fair, I’ve come a long way. Having three little kids will tend to do that to a person. Just the other day, I even put mismatched shoes on the baby and left the house like that. True story. One way I’ve dealt with my perfectionism is learning to reframe… Continue reading Patience is the New Black, or, Kids in the Kitchen
After Shabbos, I had the opportunity to speak with my “Aunt” Ruth (she’s really my mom’s aunt, which makes her, what, my great-aunt? I don’t know. We just call her Aunt Ruth). It was just a quick on-and-off conversation, you know, some how-are-you-doings and how’s-the-weathers. In between the requisite niceties, she mentioned that my mom… Continue reading You’re really a housewife, aren’tcha?