It's 1 o'clock on a Saturday in Maine and my friend and I are frantically running around a local grocery store. We've been tasked with the real struggle of food shopping for the weekend for twelve women we are renting a house with. We brainstorm to accommodate the different food restrictions and … [Read more...] about #Throwback Thursday: A celebration of summer camp
Snowball Wedding
My parents’ wedding album is, by any standards, a treasure. Leather-bound eggshell white, photo sleeves edged in stitched piping, it pretty much took a shelf of its own in a small foyer closet mostly for sheets and towels. Pulling it down was something I could never take lightly: it was an … [Read more...] about Snowball Wedding
Summer of Love
I’m now at that age where it seems like everyone is starting to get married. My fridge is full of invitations and save the dates. My desktop is full of links to registries. And it’s just beginning . . . All of which has me thinking about all the time, money, and effort that go into planning a … [Read more...] about Summer of Love
It’s a beautiful day; so why are you on Facebook?
Sure, you’re outside on your deck, laptop/iPad/iPhone/iWhatever at the ready. And you’ve set yourself a time limit, twenty minutes max. Only curiosity trumps will power once you start scrolling through status updates of friends, perusing pages you follow. Overload is an understatement, but something … [Read more...] about It’s a beautiful day; so why are you on Facebook?
Dear mom, please send tampons . . .
Like many other white Jewish girls from Westchester, NY, I spent the best summers of my life at sleepaway camp. When June rolls around, my camp friends and I, all still in touch, feel nostalgic for what we used to anticipate so greatly. Nostalgia often leads to a slippery spiral of looking at past … [Read more...] about Dear mom, please send tampons . . .
Why I’m not a Hannah, Marnie, Shosh, or Jessa
Sometimes I can’t help identifying with TV characters. When I wasn’t even close to Carrie Bradshaw’s age, my friends and I always assigned each other friend roles (I was once comically assigned the role of Comet the dog from “Full House”—I was not happy about this). When a TV show is based on … [Read more...] about Why I’m not a Hannah, Marnie, Shosh, or Jessa