One time, I was doing the dishes, but for some reason I didn't kick away the pink stool my kids use to reach the faucet; I stood on it. My posture was different. My angle was different. My perspective was different. And then my huz walked in, who's 6' to my 5'3, and as I... Continue Reading →
Here's how I found out today is International Women's Day: My classy huz. And I suppose I was in a celebratory mood since all I ate before noon was a yogurt mixed with Fiber 1, which the marketing world tells me is the most feminine thing I can do. Girls be regular, amirite? For some reason... Continue Reading →
On an unplanned visit to Hadassah Ein Kerem's labor ward, I was reminded of the significance of today, International Women's Day for laborin' women everywhere. They were very adamant I got one of these. And so I share: Note: I did no laboring myself. Thank god.