By Kim O’Hara
I spoke with a leading business coach for working moms who guides her clients take the strength out of stories like “I should be farther along in my career” when comparing to other women, or “I am ruining my kids” when you pick up your child at 3:30 PM at the day care instead of 3 PM. She admitted most of her clients forgot what it takes to make them happy. It often becomes a glass of wine after the kids are in bed and Netflix.
Our personal happiness and self-kindness are a choice. A daily choice, and sometimes an hourly one. Women, especially in the “sandwich generation” are exhausted and have lost their way to finding small moments of joy amid all they are doing for everyone all the time. A thought: “I am not doing enough” can become a self-deprecating mantra to the point where it feels real. We are then in a self-fulfilling prophecy that we should, as women, should be able to fix all the wrongs that happen to the people we love in the world. When in fact, we are just human beings who need time for joy too. (more…)
You made it through the Terrible Twos—the tantrums, the power struggles, the overwhelming sense of “What now?”; only to find yourself, years later, staring down the next developmental storm: Middle School. And what a storm it is, hopefully this will help you navigagte this voyage.
Over time, after October 7, I heard the voices of Jewish community leaders in the diaspora (thank you for your advocacy and leadership) urging me to be a loud and proud Jew. But I did not feel loud. I felt helpless, weak, and wordless. Proud Jew? Yes. But, what did my Jewishness actually mean to me? I wanted to be a loud and proud Jew, but I didn’t know how – or even fully why.
After a long, hot summer of lazy days that bleed into night, getting back into a routine at the start of the new school year can feel overwhelming for students and parents alike. Fortunately, we have some tips and strategies to help ease this inevitable, yet exciting, transition.
As a lifelong New Yorker and a mom, I never imagined a place where I could slow down without giving up the rhythm and energy I love. But that’s exactly what I found in The Hamptons. What started as summer weekends eventually turned into a full-time move, and raising my children here has brought balance, beauty, and an unexpected sense of ease to our lives.
This Mother’s Day, I want to remind all of us: we are not machines.
“Mom, there’s a big fire coming towards our house!” Camille, my 13-year-old, screamed from her room.
“The greatest things we can give our children are roots and wings.” – W. Hodding Carter II.
As parents, we share a universal goal: to protect our children and provide them with a safe environment to grow and thrive. In today’s rapidly changing world, however, that mission feels more urgent and complex than ever. The challenges we face—from emerging threats in schools to the uncertainty of global events—demand a fresh approach to safety and resilience. We need a new safety playbook, one that reflects the realities of our times and starts where all meaningful change begins: at home, with moms leading the way.
As we stand on the threshold of 2025, I find myself reflecting on a year that has been both challenging and transformative. The past year has tested us in unimaginable ways, but it has also reinforced the profound strength that comes from standing together as a community. As a proud Jew, a mom, and a firm believer in the power of shared values, I’ve seen firsthand how connection and unity can help us rise above even the darkest moments.