Alright, alright. So I haven’t written in, like, 3 months. But I have a really good excuse. Yours truly has been busy training to become a Doula! I went to the 3-day workshop last month (Thank you for the zillionth time to my amazing husband for taking care of the boys while I was away), […]

As many of you know, in my former life I was a teacher for disabled students. I will always have a special place in my heart for special needs kids, and these days I am lucky to count many of them, and their families, among my friends. Chabad has developed an unbelievable program called […]

Brisk mornings and gorgeous afternoons have made the beginning of fall official here in Cherry Hill, much welcome after the relentless heat and cold rains of last week. As it is wont to do, autumn makes me nostalgic, reflecting on the various beginnings and endings in my life, and also hopeful, wondering what is […]

I just found a tiny piece of broken glass in my bed. Please don’t ask me how it got there, because I have no idea. I’m less concerned about the glass itself and more by the fact that I am barely fazed by finding something that could potentially draw blood in my bed. I […]

Official complaints have been staged due to my month-and-a-half-long blog “hiatus”. I assure you, people, that I have not spent the past almost-two months chilling out beachside or contemplating cloud formations. Mama’s a working woman now, which means between shuttling the kiddies to daycare and school, working, running errands, being social and (barely) keeping my […]

Four hours to Shabbos and the oven is kaput. Crud.

Hooray, Hooray! My new article, “Some Hurts Don’t Heal”, has been published on Aish.com, one of the largest international Jewish websites! Take a peek…http://www.aish.com/f/hotm/97461774.html.

After a three-month delay, we finally got to spend a Shabbos in Cherry Hill. Although located in NJ, Cherry Hill is really a suburb of Philly, a LONG shlep from our current perch down the Cape; we’re talking 7-8 hours, without traffic. Now that we have two little pitzels, my aversion to extra-long drives […]

Wishing an official Mazel Tov to my father, Jan Buckler, on his engagement to Ms. Channie Gross of Manhattan!

When I was fourteen and the throes of my first real celebrity crush (Leonardo DiCaprio in “Romeo and Juliet”), I asked my mother who got her heart doing jumping jacks when she was my age. She didn’t have to think twice. “Paul McCartney,” she said, smiling to herself. Thus was a love affair with […]