Dear Imma
Yeela told me to write you a speech. Then Yeela told me to write you a speech again. Then again. Then she got mad at me for not writing a speech, because I should have written a speech. When I … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Appreciation
(חמישים דברים שלמדנו מאמא (יעלה וטל
חמישים דברים שלמדנו ממך, אמא אמא’לה… לכבוד יום הולדתך החמישים, החלטנו שהגיע הזמן לתת את הזכויות ליוצרים… ולך בהחלט מגיע לשמוע על אילו 50 דברים אנו מודים. אין ספק שציידת אותנו לחיים. את ודאי תשימי לב שמרבית הדברים כבר מושרשים … Continue reading
What are Kids For
My son Daniel greeted me when I returned from Stanford where I participate in a continuing studies class on Thursday night: – How did it go? – I got in trouble with the teacher; she wants to see my parents … Continue reading
Tanks for Washington Square Residents
There are a few reasons why I sat down to write this paper. For one I wanted to sit down, and while I was at it I might as well have written something. Then there is the issue that the … Continue reading
Siblings Words to Daniel
Full media coverage אוסמו בר-מצווה ביום זה בו אנו חוגגים לך בר-מצווה נדבוק במסורת וננצל את ההזדמנות לומר כמה מילות ברכה. אני חייבת להתוודות, כאשר שמעתי את הבשורות הטובות נשאלתי אם אני רוצה אח או אחות. מייד עניתי כי אחות … Continue reading
Guiding Love
Showing sentiment towards the opposite sex is a challenge for eleven years old boys. At such an age one is expected to prefer one’s masculine clan and shun girls without remorse. Relations between the sexes at this age is a … Continue reading
Growing Up
Kids, we have a few things to tell you about growing up. Babies are not yet children like you. They are surprisingly resilient, but that’s not for you to prove. Support a baby’s head when you hold it. Let it … Continue reading
Yeela Fast Forward
My shift with my baby daughter, Ye-ela, started every day at 2:30 PM. Ima (mom) and I had decided that we would raise her without the help of babysitters until she was old enough to talk. The daily passing of … Continue reading
Thank You Mary
Ten years ago, a little girl (I think) walked into Mrs. Huang’s studio draped in a baggy green shirt and baggy pants to go with it. After being told to spit out her gum, she sat down to play, nothing … Continue reading
Yeela from Zero to Nineteen
A Tribute
A Poem about my Grandmother In the burning flames of the fireplace, I see my grandma’s warm face, And I yearn to feel her secure embrace. I wistfully stare outside the window frame, Gazing at the incessant rain, And long … Continue reading