Category Archives: FTSF
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David and Goliath Got Nothing on Dove’s Moms and Babies
11May 11, 2017 by Katia
Most people who choose to dedicate themselves to the academic study of Art History realize that their choice will open …
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6 Things That Make Kids TV Shows Super Annoying
38April 16, 2015 by Katia
Remember that famous cliché: everything changes once you become a parent? I’ll vouch for that! Ever since becoming a …
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Why I Didn’t Watch The Oscars Last Sunday
27February 26, 2015 by Katia
Dear Award Season, I don’t know who you are anymore. It’s not you. It’s me. *meaningful pause* Okay it’s actually …
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Is There Such a Thing as Being Overly Compassionate? #1000Speak
24February 20, 2015 by Katia
A friend who knows me like the back of her hand once told me that I had an uncanny ability …
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15 Rules by Which Toddlers Operate
52January 16, 2015 by Katia
Being a member of modern day civilization assumes familiarity with some basic unwritten rules, such as the generally accepted social taboo …
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Motherhood – Is It Worth It?
53December 12, 2014 by Katia
“So is it worth it?” asks my colleague somewhat skeptically from across the cafeteria table. We’re sitting on bar stools …
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Life is Too Short for Regrets or Why I Took a Last Minute Trip to Israel Without Telling Anyone
67September 19, 2014 by Katia
Life is too short for regrets. I’ve had a week of revelations. As I was trying to cover as much …
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Tikkun – How My Children Repaired Me
42August 21, 2014 by Katia
When I was a child I really believed that the grownups in my life knew everything. Now I suspect that …
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TV’s Top Ten Worst Husbands
46June 13, 2014 by Katia
Dear Dad, What did you do to piss your wife off today? Did you creatively feed your queasy vegetable-hating stomach-fluey …
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Dear Mom Unintentionally Consoling Me For Having Boys. Thank You, But I’m OK.
94May 8, 2014 by Katia
Since giving birth to my first son, Five Year Old, I couldn’t help but notice the diplomatically suppressed glimmer of …
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