Single Mom Seeking

Let’s be honest here: it’s not easy to sit with your loneliness. At least for me, it’s not. After moving out of the Israeli’s house, it was agonizing to sit…

I celebrated my 35th birthday on July 20th. For as long as I can remember, my mom friends have always referred to me as “the baby.” After all, I had…

If you’ve read my Literary Mama column for the past two years, then you know that my writing led me to love. Thanks to a San Francisco reader who wrote…

Ever since my daughter and I moved in last summer with the man I affectionately referred to as “the Israeli,” readers from across the country have emailed me to shake…

This morning, as I’m brushing Mae’s hair during our mad morning dash, I hear the front door click shut, followed by the roar of Yossi’s truck backing up the driveway.…

Last fall, Mae started soccer. The end of the season happened to coincide with a lice infestation on the team. And those creepy-crawlies were moving in just as, back home,…

The book flew across the room and hit the wall. My mother was crying. I did not move. I did not speak. “Your book is trash,” she said. “It’s not…

After all these years of dating, I’ve arrived at my Cinderella ending: my daughter and I are moving in with the boyfriend. And life is only going to get better,…

A few months into our relationship, Yossi called to tell me that he was dog-sitting for the weekend. I wasn’t surprised. Yossi is a right-hand man. One day, he’s moving…

“Why don’t you two move in with me?” Yossi says when we’re out for breakfast. “Excuse me?” I say, almost choking. Mae looks up from her hot chocolate, wide-eyed. Where…

The Israeli and I have been going out for five months now. If you look at our relationship developmentally, we’re still in the baby stage. We’re barely sitting up; we’re…