Uncork the Love
by Bassi GruenIt's easy to love when there's no anger, no defiance, no impatience. But what happens when they start growing up?
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It's easy to love when there's no anger, no defiance, no impatience. But what happens when they start growing up?
We read inspirational books to reassure ourselves that kind and caring people still exist. Yet, so easily, we could be one of them.
Every time I hear it, my heart lifts. My mother is near and I am safe.
Alzheimer's is like a thief who takes away the most precious memories of a life shared in love.
Passover proves the key to liberating one family's strained relations.
Reflections on the sudden death of my 20-year-old nephew.
Eight common etiquette violations all guests should watch out for.
Even the Intensive Care Unit could not dampen my mother's joy -- nor my appreciation of her zest for life.
It's astounding that kids in the throes of acne, who can't even remember to close a refrigerator door, are deemed responsible enough to drive.
On Rosh Hashana, I feel connected to the grandparents I've never known.
Marriage has brought out my latent Yiddishe-mama genes. Suddenly I've become a person who frets about whether the kugel is crispy on top.
This malady follows a case of Pre-Bar Mitzvah Stress Disorder, characterized by bursting into tears with no warning because your little boy has the audacity to catapult into puberty before your very eyes.
Living with Dad wasn't always easy, but it was easy to forgive him. He faced major professional disappointments and the most painful kind of personal tragedy. How could I judge him?
As Father's Day approaches, I am haunted by one most vivid and moving scene from my childhood.
A mother's passing and a son's bar mitzvah create an emotional whirlwind when both run into each other.
This Passover embark on an inner house cleaning and experience freedom from the bondage of self.
Racing across the ocean to my dying grandma's bedside, I cannot bear to let her go.
We can deeply connect to others by looking into their heart and soul, with the courage and openness to discover whatever is there.
With some advanced planning, you can feel refreshed, relaxed, and ready for the best Pesach ever.
The two-page spread featuring luxury seaside villas planned for Phuket, Thailand, took my breath away.
I hated winter -- until my son's question forced me to put God into the frigid equation.
Saving my family money at the Big Food-A-Plenty warehouse store.
It was one of those mornings - kids creating havoc and so many patients waiting to see me. And then the unexpected happened.
The joy of skiing, etched into a family's DNA, spans four generations -- from war torn Austria to a Californian mountainside.
They all come home sooner or later. But you must mark the trail.
Suddenly, at the end of August, kids not only need new wardrobes, but also a list of school supplies longer than the federal tax code.
The teen years are an age of contradictions -- for both mother and son.
Gluckel understood a childrearing mystery: Why don't our kids love us more?
Think precious metals, and remember: I already have a Dustbuster.
As a teenage daughter leaves home, one mother panics, takes stock and lets go.
What is it with adolescent girls and shopping? One mother's battle for perspective.
My son's favorite experiment was "Which Jokes Are Most Likely to Make My Brother Laugh so Hard at the Dinner Table that Water Spurts Out His Nose?"
With the room filled with joyous music and whirling girls, that's when I noticed her. Shuli, a girl with Downs' Syndrome, was sitting off to the side, not dancing.
One day our world turned over. Our teacher was seen crying and we knew exactly what needed to be done.
I had contingency plans for many emergencies likely to strike during my absence. But tiny disgusting insects congealing to my children's heads was one I hadn't figured on.
My mother's tzimmes became a bridge from the past, connecting me to a rich and tasty heritage.