This morning, I was introduced to the world of Incels—men angry at women for their loneliness and rejection. As I watched and read, it hit me: these aren’t just strangers in another country. They could be boys in our homes. Sons raised by mothers like you and me. This isn’t about blame—it’s about responsibility. If we want to change the narrative, we have to raise boys who can handle rejection without rage. Who grow into men, not monsters. One child, one home, one conversation at a time.
Yehoshua was due for his shots. My memory of him was that of a baby who waltzed through the appointment without much of a hueRead More
I wished you were a girl. The daughter I am to my mother, a cheeky brat like Abigail, the adorable but bull-headed Elena, oh and little Zara,Read More
We sat today in a classroomon tiny chairs meant for little peopleWalls filled with messagesMeant for them to readevery now and thenpossibly ideas to seed.Read More
I am a lot like my son in some aspects.For him, if he can’t be the fastest runner, he’s not sure there’s a point inRead More
Before kids, travel was pack your bag and leave. You could get tickets on the way or choose a destination based on availability of tickets. Read More
First thing first. Labels and tags are perfect for books and things. They catch your eye, get you curious, help you click on a link, open aRead More
A mother battling a bitter divorce reached out to me. Sitting across the table and hear her pain, the sense of failing as a parent,Read More
