Now that the holidays are almost done, it’s time to return to one of my favorite (and too long neglected) topics – nurturing our beautiful core essence, aka the inner Diva. With the end of the Mayan calendar behind us, and the New Year in front of us, I am looking forward to things that…
As a parent, I cannot imagine a deeper sorrow than losing a child. It is unfathomable that almost five months since the loss of life in Aurora, CO, our nation is mourning a mass killing spree horror again. I speak of the school shooting 30 miles north of my home, in Newtown CT, which is…
On our national day of thanks I have a lot to be grateful for, and never has a day of thanks been needed more than right now. Much of our shared experiences these past few weeks sounds like a bad pitch in a development meeting at Paramount Pictures: large parts of New York in near…
As soon as Labor Day is over, like many, I mourn the end of summer days and begrudgingly readjust my body and alarm clock to a new (and now that my eldest has started middle school) ungodly early wake up time for a fresh school year. For those who are of the Jewish faith tradition,…
Tantalizing smells wafting from the kitchen, Great-Grandma’s china being carefully laid on the table, wine breathing in a sparkling decanter, children scuffing their new shoes and wriggling out of clip on ties and warring siblings making peace. The holidays are a great time for us to come together and are also a sublime time to…
Nothing stresses out a mother more than the holidays. Why? Because our true primary selves, our working, creative, entrepreneurial “let’s-get-it-done-head” collides head on (sorry) with our “Mommy-she-touched-me-are-we-there-yet-I’m-bored-am-I-going-to-be-possessed-like-the-demon-on-the-new-The-Devil-Inside-trailer” head. Living the dual existence of visionary, mompreneur and stay-at-home mom is almost like having one pet who is both dog and cat, mongoose and cobra, spider and…
This holiday season is exhausting and each year it seems to be getting more intense and infinitely more depleting. Regrettably, as I put my son to bed tonight after many hours of hectic holiday activity I realized I no longer knew why I was pushing so hard to give and do and be the best…
In a season full of miracles when most of us expect to find them under the tree or in the glow of Chanukah candles, did a mighty miracle drop in my lap and I will be forever grateful. Santa doesn’t always come down the chimney and the oil in the lamp doesn’t always burn brightest…
After revisiting last week’s blog post, I decided I had been reading too much Chelsea Handler. Of course I can justify the selection because it’s legitimate research for my still in-progress serio-comedic memoir. But when my blogging tone gets snarky and stays there just a tad too long, I know I’ve had my fill…
How is it possible that I’m burnt out on the holidays and they haven’t yet begun? Please God, and anyone else who’s tuned into Diva Mama radio, isn’t there a better way to celebrate ancient pagan rituals, the journey of syphilis-carrying Pilgrims, and yes, even the birth of baby Jesus, than by promoting rampant, unbridled…