Author: Morgan

Hump Day Humpty Dance

I made a new blog header and it has the same picture that I just posted this morning, and well…my mania dictates that I have to bump that post down, you know? So, what’s up you guys? How’s your day going? I’m doing pretty well. Have you heard my friend Eric’s band Tanlines yet? You should listen. Their new album came out yesterday and they’re… Read more →

Pillow Talk

At 1 am Dee crawled into my bed and curled up next to me.  She put her little face as close to mine as possible and whispered… Dee: “Hey Mommy…I want to tell you something.” Me: “Yeah baby?” D: “The Doggies go poo poo on the grass.” Me: “Yeah, baby…they do.” D: “They go poo poo in the house, too.”… Read more →

And now this.

Yesterday I gushed about how happy I was to have enrolled Delilah in our local temple preschool. This morning in the south of France, a young Jewish mother — not unlike me — got a call that her 30-year-old husband and their 3 and 6-year-old sons — along with another mother’s child — had been shot dead outside of their… Read more →

I Made a Freaking Challah, and Other Thoughts About My Jewishness.

A few weeks ago Delilah started “Transition” class.  That is, for the uninitiated, pre-pre-school, so to speak.  Almost immediately, I realized I had found what I didn’t know had been missing from our lives. Jews. No really.  As you may have deduced from my frequent swapping of Moses for any other prophet, saint, or deity in common turns of phrase,… Read more →

Pinning from my iPhone in a 7-11…Week in Review

Um, true or false, The WineRack (that’s a bra that holds wine) just met it’s match? TRUE. That right there is four single serving plastic stemless wine glasses stacked on top of one another and packaged that way for your drinking pleasure. Newport Beach based Stacked Wines apparently just launched this month, and I spotted it in my local 7-11… Read more →

Big Week. Little Spark.

I have so much I want to tell you guys about my trip to Nashville, and thoughts I’ve been thinking about, but I’m still processing exactly what it is I want to say.  So instead, I give you Hurry Hurry by Nashville-based artist Jessie Baylin, who I can’t stop listening to ever since she sat behind me on the plane… Read more →