Mother Angst

“Hurry and rinse the shampoo out of your hair, sweetie,” I urge — she’s been in there a long time and the steam from the hot water fills the bathroom…

“I want you to go away from me,” my almost-five-year-old daughter tells me, in no uncertain terms, as I attempt to slide in next to her on the couch. She’s…

“Is this like one of your first times?” my daughter asks me, with a look of empathy in her wide five-year-old eyes, and she’s already nodding her head in expectation…

Start in the womb of a Jewish mother and enter into a decade of loudness: the Free Speech Movement, Woodstock, the Vietnam War. Be labeled shy and sensitive. As the…