I made my first attempt at cooking brisket for our Rosh Hashanah dinner this year, aiming to create a recipe that would bind to my sons' memories of the holiday just like my late aunt's brisket is bound to my own.
I often swap terrible mothering tales with my friends, mostly to receive kind reassurance that I am not, in fact, Medea. But why are we so much more reluctant to share the stories about when we do something great?
Want parenting advice? Yeah. So do I. You’ll have to go elsewhere for that. But if you want to lighten your mood while reading about someone else’s parenting issues, you've found the right blog. Read on for reflections on contemporary Jewish parenting through the eyes of a Philadelphia writer, wife and mother just looking to get a little shalom bayit.More from this author