In honor of my birthday (today!), the one-year anniversary of starting Miriam's Advice Well and my second pregnancy, I thought I'd share my thoughts about how to talk to pregnant women. If you're also pregnant, a close personal friend, or my parents, feel free to sit back smugly and appreciate how much more sensitive you are than the strangers, barely-acqaintances and bus riders I'm about to lambast.
I have been dating my boyfriend for nine months now, and I'm meeting many members of his family in a couple of weeks at his niece's third birthday party. I would love suggestions for appropriate gifts to give a three-year-old, but my main question is this: Should I get the six-month-old nephew a present, too? I don't want to overdo it and come across like I'm trying too hard, but I also want to make a good first impression. What do you think?
Right now a lot of changes are happening with myself and my close friends — getting married, buying homes, having babies. Since we're all on about same timeline, I guess it's inevitable that some people feel the need to act competitive around these changes. Personally, I find this exhausting. What a waste of time and energy. Do I approach the offending friends? How do I make sure that we don't poison our friendships with this petty nonsense?
I am extremely proud to be a part of making the Philadelphia Jewish community the best it can be.
I am a co-founder of Minyan Tikvah (a lay-led prayer group in Center City Philadelphia that meets once a month for traditional egalitarian Shabbat services), a founder of a former matchmaking service for Jewish graduate students, a children’s book reviewer, a former elementary school teacher, a pretty decent cook and a mom to two beautiful children.
I spent years as the director of Hillel of Greater Philadelphia’s Jewish Graduate Student Network before resigning to spend more time with my family. My husband, Marc, likes to say that I knew more people within a week of moving to Philadelphia than he knew after six years here.
I’m originally from the tiny town of Fredonia, NY, and sometimes I still stare at the skyscrapers and marvel at how many Jews I know.