Two Grandmothers, Two Worlds
My grandma, Gramma Anna as we called her, was born in Dairyland a child of the Depression, and raised her family on the corner of Main St. in Middletown, NY. My Bubbe, Sala, was born in Lodz, Poland,...
View ArticleStrong Women, Late Babies
I come from a family of strong women, and my mother is the strongest woman I know. Holder of a PhD in Jewish education, she has created an utterly loving and functional family of uber-educated, smart,...
View ArticleYiddish, the Language of “Bubbe Love”
Both my grandmothers spoke fluent Yiddish. I didn’t understand the words sometimes but the tone and the inflection with which the Yiddish words were spoken came straight from their heart and into mine.
View ArticleAm I the Boring Grandmother?
So I’m hoping I’m not the “boring grandmother.” My machatenista (Yiddish, your child’s mother-in-law) has three boys and, reliving a happy part of their youth, and hers, loudly cheers on our grandsons...
View ArticleOne Day, You’ll Want to Remember
Close your eyes. Relax. Focus on your breath. Be present. Be in the moment. Those directions for meditation could well apply to parenthood. It goes fast. It really, really goes fast. Be present so that...
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