Role Mommy on the Run

While I usually write about lighthearted topics, I've decided to tackle something a bit heavy today. The reason is that a terrible tragedy took place on our block this week. One of the nicest neighbors we've ever had the pleasure of knowing was killed in a car accident.

Although Murray was 83 years old, you never would have guessed it. He had the energy of someone 30 years his junior and was always so friendly, thoughtful and genuinely concerned about our well being. Yesterday, we attended his… Continue

Just came back from seeing 17 Again with my kids - okay - I know it's PG-13 and I did find myself in a pickle when my 10 year old asked me what they were handing out in the sex education class, but other than that scene, the movie was a lot of fun. Definitely not as good as "Back to the Future" or "Big" or "It's A Wonderful Life," but I'll take Matthew Perry and Zac Ephron in a movie together any day.

Watching the film did take me back to high school an… Continue

The Sleepover

For those of you who have been reading Role Mommy for a while, then you know I am the ultimate Type A Career Mom. While I'm a perfectionist on the job, at home, I try not to take things too seriously and let things roll off my shoulders. So when my daughter recently asked if she could have a sleepover birthday party for 13 of her nearest and dearest friends, I didn't think twice about it and gave her the green light.

The moms of her friends however thought I was certifiably insan… Continue

In the ongoing saga of being an overextended working mom with too little time on her hands, comes the tale of the Passover eggs. You see, about a week ago, my daughter informed me that she had to bring an important item to the Passover seder her class was going to be celebrating at Hebrew School. The problem was, she couldn't remember what it was. As I made a mental note to find the mysterious letter that contained the requested items, I went back to cooking my once a week traditional Sunday nig… Continue

It's almost April and that means I only have 60 days left. 60 days until my almost 10 year old heads off to sleepaway camp for four weeks. I can't believe that my adorable daughter, who incidentally, just asked me to buy her a training bra this weekend (see my previous post), is going off on her own without knowing a soul. Personally, I think she's so not like me. She's brave, she's independent, she can cro… Continue