Marjorie Ingall
By Marjorie Ingall
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News Thanks — But No Thanks: A Public-Service Message
Thanksgiving is right around the corner, so my thoughts turn to things I am grateful for, before I begin obsessing almost immediately about things I resent and loathe. Because I am just that kind of person. Last year I wrote a story about great gifts for new moms. This year, as a public service, I…
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News It’s a Small World After All
I know I’m supposed to make fun of Disneyland. I am an edgy, postmodern, anti-consumerist person of bohemia. It’s what we do. I know that Disney is a giant ultra-clean behemoth, controlling vast swaths of American culture through its television networks, sports teams, real estate holdings, shopping centers and cruise ships. I know its offerings…
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News Back-to-School Shpilkes
It’s finally starting to feel like autumn here in New York. Apples are getting crisper. Josie wore her first jumper and tights (which she refers to as her “jump-rope and kites”). We bought new leather shoes. And all the mameles I know with kids in school are breathing huge sighs of relief and making plans…
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News Teaching Teshuva: An Almost-2-Year-Old Learns To Say ‘I’m Sorry’
Josie is talking up an official blue streak. She saw me putting on lip gloss and said excitedly, “Is that nail polish for your mouth?” She yells, “There’s a fly! I’m scared! Hold you!” (She’s still unclear on the whole “you” versus “me” concept. The other night she woke up and really, really wanted a…
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News Farewell to a Mom’s Haven
The oldest birthing center in the country just closed. And I’m bereft. The Elizabeth Seton Childbearing Center, aka the ESCbC, was the focus of my life when Josie was teeny. Back when I was sleepless and isolated and convinced that I was accidentally going to drown my unearthly slippery infant in the tub because I…
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News Who’s That Girly-Girl?
I’m not exactly butch. I’ve got a weakness for nail polish and peasant blouses, and I’m far more familiar with the oeuvre of Isaac Mizrahi than that of Isaac Bashevis Singer. But chas v’chalila, vey iz mir and any other ptui-ptui-ptui-oriented Jewish expression you can come up with, I have no idea how I managed…
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News Viewing Pop Culture (And Life) Through Baby-Colored Glasses
I knew becoming a mother would change my life. I was ready for the sleeplessness, the proliferation of tacky stuffed animals, the Old Faithful-esque lactating unpleasantness. What I was not prepared for was the way my entire outlook, even on non-baby-related things, changed. Suddenly, my cultural filter was fogged with babyness. I viewed the world…
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News What’s in a Baby’s Name? Parents’ Hopes and Dreams
No one who’s ever pondered naming a child believes that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. If Josie were named Feygie or Jemima — well, to be honest, I could no more imagine her being named Feygie or Jemima than I could imagine her fox hunting with Princess Anne. A few…
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