Beit Roga

“Like clay in the hands of an artist” This is a line in the prayers said on the night of Yom Kippur – the beginning of the High Holy Days’ 25 hour fast. It is a beautiful prayer that continues on to compare man to different types of material in the hands of the One who forms or shapes it, G-d. A thought came to me the other day as I was driving my son home from school. I don’t remember the exact incident this was tied to, but no matter, it ties to everything. We are all pie

Autumn is about to begin. There is a feeling of change in the air. The wind is picking up, there is a nip in the morning and evening air. The scenery is changing. Green is turning into yellow, summer flowers are dying, and fall flowers are budding. Change is all around us. In my town, we have the exquisite and unique pleasure of living in the migration path of storks. Every year, twice a year, we see flocks and flocks of storks flying above our heads. First you hear th

Hi! Welcome! Welcome to The Calm Mommy Blogger!! This is our first serial posting. Yaaaay!! I’m guessing here, but I am assuming you are here to hear all about how Mommies (feel free to insert Daddies, people, young ppl, older ppl, etc) do what they do, calmly. Or at least, how this Calm Mommy does it. If I am right, you are definitely in the right place. If you subscribed to have a funny and poignant article arrive in your inbox to read while you sip your Sunday coffe

So we all know it – we have the most rewarding job in the world. As Master Scheduler, Cook, Nurturer, Psychologist, Nurse, Baker, Toilet Trainer, BooBoo Kisser, Cleaner, Self-esteem Builder, etcetera, we are masters of juggling, multi-tasking, and are often and regularly required to “refresh” our patience, energy and endurance to fulfill the tasks expected and needed of us on a daily basis. How do we do it? We toil and invest ourselves endlessly, often under stressful condit

There is a lesson that nothing else teaches us quite like our youngest child does – and that is: We can not stop the progress of time, no matter HOW badly we wish for it. When we hold that child close and sniff her hair and try to hold on to that minute for just a little longer, the moment passes anyway. When we convince her to use the baby soap and wait until she’s her sister’s age to use the shampoo, we are trying to delay time’s passing. But this is part of life. So we