Author Archives: jen

You should know from the start that I was raised by a Cuban Jewish mother.  If you met her she would tell you this as if you needed to cross it off your scavenger hunt list.  As a Latin women, … Continue reading

I always thought the question “How was the funeral” was a stupid question. But I attended one yesterday, and my answer is different than the usual snide “how could it have been?”  I didn’t know her well, she was my … Continue reading

So let me start by saying I am not that Mom.  You know the one I am talking about.  The overbooker, the overachiever.  The panicked look on her face if she thinks her kids aren?t doing something the other kids … Continue reading

I am lying on the table.  Still a little out of it.  But awake enough to hear people around me.  ?Why is her gown up?? one nurse asks.  ?It was a mess in there!? the other responds.  I think they … Continue reading

I had a dream.  My husband and I are in Detroit eating at a restaurant.  Eminem approaches our table.  He turns to my husband and says, ?I will sing two songs at your son?s Bar Mitzvah if I can have … Continue reading