In my continued struggle with boundaries and appropriate parenting, I found myself at dinner last night with my boyfriend, his daughter and her boyfriend - talking about bongs, sensimilla and one-hitters, oh my. We began our family discussion with a summary of the television show, Breaking Bad. It's a show which I haven’t seen, but learned was about a high school chemistry … [Read more...] about Bongs and Boundaries: My Latest Parenting Mistake
My New Roommate: My Boyfriend’s Daughter
Guess who's coming to dinner... and staying for a month?! If you guessed a dapper black man named Sidney Poitier, sadly, you would be wrong. The answer: my boyfriend’s 18 year-old daughter. Ahh! She lives in a dorm at school in NYC and is off on break. What is up with our educational system? I do not remember having a month off when I was in college. A few months ago, she … [Read more...] about My New Roommate: My Boyfriend’s Daughter
Does Being Pretty Help Sell Pilates Sessions?
I recently got hired as a Pilates instructor at a large and very chi-chi health club. Management asked if I would offer free demos to their members, as a way to introduce them to the Pilates method and also to meet me. Clearly this would be for those members who have been living under a rock, because, really, who doesn’t know what Pilates is? Madonna, Gwyneth Paltrow … [Read more...] about Does Being Pretty Help Sell Pilates Sessions?
“Holy Menorah, Moshe” – Our Blended Religious Holiday
I live in a small beach town in New Jersey and as my profile states, no, I do not know Snooki. I don't lunch with any of the Housewives of New Jersey either. Although I'd love to be their personal Pilates instructor, so if anyone has an in, let me know. It's Christmas time. The holiday season. I get it. But what's sometimes forgotten is that this includes Channukah. Or as some … [Read more...] about “Holy Menorah, Moshe” – Our Blended Religious Holiday
You Told Dad That I Got My Period?!
My Lover and I were talking the other day about his twelve-year-old son having his first girlfriend. And I realized I’m not sure I can remember what girlfriend and boyfriend meant in seventh grade. I do know that I went to my first co-ed party, played spin the bottle and prayed that it would get too late in the evening to play seven minutes in the closet. I was pretty shy … [Read more...] about You Told Dad That I Got My Period?!