Devorah Blachor
June 20, 2039 Dear Son, I realize that you’re angry, and I’d like the opportunity to clarify a few things. If you heard my side of the story, you wouldn’t be so quick to resent a mother who’s done nothing more than love you. I never pitched “Is my Toddler a Homophobe?” to Thisisnotyourbubbysblog. After […]
Bruce Krieger is clearly a very confused person. 1 teaspoon cream tartar in his “S’mores Cheesecake” topping? I feel sorry for his children. by DSR from New York | flag if inappropriate That the writer of this recipe is deeply insecure and in need of psychological intervention is not in question. What concerns me is […]
In 2002, I covered the Aqsa Intifada for the New York Daily News. The Israeli-Palestinian “Peace Process” was in ruins, and it was a bleak and heartbreaking story. Already saddled with the lugubrious genes of a bitter, negative Polish-Jewish grandmother, the despair and the bloodshed worked on me until I fell into a familiar pattern […]
On July 4, 2000, Lou Reed played a concert at the Cinerama in Tel Aviv. I was living in Jerusalem and there was no doubt that I’d go. Lou Reed brought me back to the time when I defined myself by music. As a teenager I liked alternative music, therefore I was alternative. I didn’t […]
A few weeks ago my son Cai was playing soccer with another boy, who I’ll call Peter. More than a year younger than Cai and considerably shorter, Peter turned out to have a ferocious competitive streak not yet tempered by the “winning doesn’t matter” ethos. He was bossy and shouted frequently, and finally Cai shrugged […]
When I was pregnant with my second child, my husband and I told our 3-year-old son, Cai, that he could name the baby. This would help him feel like an important family member before his universe collapsed. “O.K.,” Cai said. “Her name is Mary.” No, it’s not, I thought. I wasn’t worried. I knew that […]