Miscellany

That Time I Thought I Could Be a Fashionista

Some women are eternally stylish, effortlessly fashionable, always chic no matter the setting. I have never really been one of those women. I was the girl in high school who found her prom dresses at the thrift store, and rocked caution tape for a sash at Winter Formal. I have never really understood the mystery that is… Continue reading That Time I Thought I Could Be a Fashionista

Motherhood

My Daughter, Jewish Aggressor

One thing I’ve enjoyed about living on the east coast is proximity to so many interesting places. Growing up in the midwest meant a drive of at least three hours to get to another metropolitan area, and sometimes that metropolitan area was still on the small side (I’m thinking of you, Des Moines). We’re in… Continue reading My Daughter, Jewish Aggressor

Mesorah (Jewish stuff) · Motherhood

the Best Pregnancy-Related Purchase Ever, plus Round Three of Orthodox Women Talk

{The latest round of Orthodox Women Talk is up over at Rachel Eden’s blog!  We’re talking about our favorite way to infuse our lives with Judaism.  Check it out! }  It’s eight days ’til my due date.  I’m not really taking this deadline so seriously, as all of my babies have been born exactly a week… Continue reading the Best Pregnancy-Related Purchase Ever, plus Round Three of Orthodox Women Talk

Miscellany

Owning a Home, Murphy’s Law, and Sewage

Buy a house, they said.  Do it while the interest rates are low, they said.  Don’t wait, they said. Well, we did it.  Not because of those reasons, but more because we found a house we liked.  After the initial phase of being extremely overwhelmed, we entered what I like to call the why-would-anyone-buy-a-house-it’s-so-much-work-and-money phase.… Continue reading Owning a Home, Murphy’s Law, and Sewage

Marriage · Motherhood

How I Packed Up My Whole Life Without Losing My Mind*

*while it isn’t entirely accurate, I liked this title (thanks Renée A. Schuls-Jacobson!) so much more than my other choice, which was “It’s not moving until someone’s laughing maniacally.” Growing up, we moved a lot.  Like, approximately every two-and-half to four years. Downside: I was always the new girl.  Upside:  My family is expert at… Continue reading How I Packed Up My Whole Life Without Losing My Mind*

Miscellany

Five Things I’ve Learned from Candy Crush Saga

This post is largely inspired by my friend Ruchi’s post about Words With Friends. I used to be obsessed with Words With Friends, but it has been dramatically overtaken by my new obsession with Candy Crush Saga.  Even though I play a lot, I haven’t entirely figured out the appeal.  Neither has my husband, who… Continue reading Five Things I’ve Learned from Candy Crush Saga

Parenting

Why gating the kitchen is great idea, or, the day I took my stove apart

It’s been really hot lately.  So hot that my usual getting-out-of-the-house activities are not an option. Going for a walk? No thank you. Playing in the park? Not unless I want heat stroke. Other (free) indoor activities, such as going to the grocery store or library, haven’t panned out so well, as I haven’t always… Continue reading Why gating the kitchen is great idea, or, the day I took my stove apart

Perspectives of Marriage

The Clueless Caregiver

Nikki Flores (aka CluelessMe) first hit the blogging scene with the Clueless Newlywed blog, which was a fun light-hearted blog, cataloging the unique and clueless adventures surrounding herself and her new husband. Just because the honeymoon is over doesn’t mean the cluelessness had come to a close. Follow the story at cluelessme.com and watch as… Continue reading The Clueless Caregiver

Mesorah (Jewish stuff)

It’s totally okay not to be perfect. Really.

Hello, my name is Rivki, and I’m a perfectionist. I think it has something to do with being a classically trained musician.  Either I was already a perfectionist at birth, or it was a result of spending hour upon hour in a practice room, perfecting one measure at a time.  Imagine: “No!  I’m still missing… Continue reading It’s totally okay not to be perfect. Really.