I'm not saying things were easier way back when, but I do believe they were simpler. It might have been easier to focus priorities on what matters.

Do I Love Myself?

Cool late-summer air and overcast skies made it perfect yesterday to take the kids to Greenfield Village and stroll amongst the old-time houses, shops and playground. Eliana urged us to walk beside the pond. Shaya exclaimed over the ducks. At the far end of the field, I saw a Waltons-era barn, makeshift tent and a truck from the Depression. A cool… Read more →

Water lily

Kayaking with My Kids

Looking up at the tall pines, the clear sunlight glimmered on the pine needles, shimmering them like jewels. The sky was a vibrant crisp blue, and the water made the slightest sound as our paddles pulled through the glassy surface. My daughter exclaimed over the lily flowers along the river’s edges. The children insisted on pulling our kayaks into sandy… Read more →


Good Morning Hugs

He’s always the first one up, Shaya. His quiet footsteps against the wood floors signal his coming, and he shuffles to me, wherever I am downstairs, with deliberate focus, must find Mommy. Sometimes he comes with his blanket and favorite stuffed animal of the week, sometimes he comes empty-handed, always in pajamas, usually of the flannel variety. He walks up to… Read more →

Look at that incredible lowering sun last night, with a view of the Belle Isle Bridge. I simply love rowing.

Love & Rowing

Seats 3 and 4 – ROW! My husband’s strong shoulders and back leaned forward and I followed his lead, me in seat 3, he in seat 4, as we slid up on the seat, bent our knees, dipped the blade of the oar into the wavy Detroit River waters and pulled back in sync. Good, 3 and 4. Good rowing… Read more →

Asher and I in Sedona for his 10th birthday. What an amazing kid.

Afraid of the Words?

I’ve been combing through my blogs to pull together the best ones for an anthology to be published later this year. So far, I’ve completed all of 2008, and wow, walking down my old dusty paths was heart-wrenching. That was the year I got divorced. Shaya was still a baby, and Eliana and Asher wore the innocence of young childhood.… Read more →


Finding Love in my 40s

  Four years ago today was the hottest, steamiest day of the summer. With my three children close at my side, I walked over grass in high-heeled white satin sandals to a wedding canopy comprised of my grandfather’s prayer shawl and held by our best friends. And there, I promised to love and partner with Dan for the rest of… Read more →