My marriage officially ended in 2016. I blame Hitler. He really fucked things up for so many of us. How’s that for the understatement of the century? Now, even my own children, born over 50 years after liberation, have to suffer. (That may be the most Jewish sentence ever written, by the way.) In a recent 60 Minutes episode, there was a segment around the virtualization of real life Holocaust survivors that capture, through interviews completed in the past, their responses to

“Feelings…nothing more than feelings.” Ok – that title is definitely showing my age (again) but as my son would say, “that’s the deal, yo”. My son had a friend over tonight and we all had dinner together – me, him and his friend and my daughter. I sat back and listened to them just talk, like normal teens do and I physically felt this tingling rush through my body. It’s the same thing that happens when my kids forget I’m in the car with them and they just are yakking away, in

It’s like chicken soup (kitchen) for the soul. This week, I took my son and a friend to an area soup kitchen to do some volunteer work after school. It is important to me to expose my kids to not only the “have-nots” but also somehow reinforce the notion of service to others. In doing so, it becomes clear who really are the “have-nots” sometimes – and it’s not always on the side of the serving counter you might expect. In our custom-tailored world of playlists, Instagram acco

My kids are upstairs in the spare room working on their homework. I just went up to check on them because it is eerily quiet from the usual complaining, procrastinating, laughing and debating that typically accompanies doing homework within 10 feet of each other. My parents were visiting this weekend and my mother told me that she and my dad were remarking how they can always tell when my kids are home with me or not by the tone of my voice. I thought it may have to do with t

Today was my daughter’s Bat Mitzvah. We had a great time – a fantastic time and I’m so glad that we celebrated in style. But a Bat Mitzvah is way more than a party – it represents a very long preparation to read from the Torah in HEBREW – without any vowels (which for those in the know, is a seriously hard task) and lead the service – which she did both Friday night and Saturday morning (the two main service times for the Sabbath which begins Friday evening and ends Saturday

…just landed… I don’t know exactly why, but nothing hits me more that I am no longer a married person than when I’m traveling and the plane touches down. I grab my cell phone and instinctively feel like sending that text I sent over and over again: “just landed”. When I was married, it didn’t matter if I left the house uneventfully, joyfully or after a stressful conversation, I always texted when that plane landed – regardless of the time. It’s strange. I can’t text anyone el

You don’t have to be a father (or even a male) to be that “go-to” person for someone in your life – a special someone, a friend, relative, co-worker – even a stranger. This Father’s Day – acknowledge and celebrate that part of you and feel proud! As a tribute to my own father and others like him, I am re-posting an article I wrote for Working Mother magazine 2 years ago. Happy Father’s Day to all those dads who are really working it! – Marc Picture courtesy of my favorite dau