Did your Mom ever scold you about leaving things to the last minute? Mine did, but the lesson never stuck.
I remember a childhood story about a boy who always waited until Sunday night to do his homework. Imagine the upset when his friends decided to go to the movies one Sunday night and he couldn’t join them because his homework assignments were waiting for him in his backpack.
On some Friday nights, I make my way to Temple Beth Israel in Portland for Shabbat services. I fight the traffic and my end of the week tiredness to participate in a service in a language that I do not understand with people whom I do not know. Continue reading “Mi Shebeirach”→
One of my spring rituals is to moan, groan and make everyone within a ten mile radius perfectly miserable as I get in the mood, find time for, and finally settle down to do my taxes.
If I would carve out a nanosecond of the hours I spend kvetching, I would be done in an afternoon. But no, I follow the same playbook each year which may be another definition for insanity. Here is my foolproof system for the dreaded tax day! Continue reading “Render Unto Caesar”→
On August 1, 2015, after talking and talking about it for months, I wrote my first post called “Working from Home”. After I hit the publish button, I called my son and excitedly reported that I had done it. Let’s hear it for Mom! Continue reading “The Autumn Acorn: My First “Like””→
Yesterday was a perfect Saturday for me. By 8 A.M., I was sweating at a spinning class, back home to housework and then quality time with Ginny before taking her to doggy day care. She loves playing with the other dogs and comes home tired, hungry and happy. I’m such a good dog mother! Continue reading “A Perfect Saturday in NW Portland”→