When I was four-years-old, my mom took me to my first movie. I still remember the excitement of having the huge screen in front of me, sitting next to my mom, older sister and brother, with my popcorn and soda. I waited with anticipation for the movie to start, and before I knew it Dolly Parton was up there, larger than life in The Best Little Whore House In Texas. Ok, so it was a questionable choice of movie for a toddler. By today’s standards, she probably would have been all over social media with hashtags like #LittlestShameHouse or something ridiculous. Luckily in 1982 there was no social media, and there were also fewer movie choices of which to take your kids. But if I’m completely honest, I have no recollection of being affected by the sex scenes in that movie. I don’t know if my mom covered my eyes or took me to the bathroom at those parts. I do, however, have a deep, emotional memory of how much I loved watching the dancing, and hearing Dolly sing “I ...
Farrah Perspective: As the springtime holidays are approaching, we enter into a whole other area of “mom guilt” or “mom pressures”. Are we making sure our kids know the real meanings behind the holidays, or do they just think that Easter is about finding pretty, colorful eggs and/or Passover is about getting a present for finding a piece of matzah? Whenever I start over-analyzing these expectations or stressing that I am not doing the right thing, I think about how I was raised. Listen, I am far from perfect and I certainly wouldn’t want to copy every single detail about how I was raised (sorry mom & dad). However, there are a few things that I just think my parents did right, but I am not sure how they did it. Yes, I went through 13 years of hebrew school, had a Bat Mitzvah, went to temple on the high holidays, fasted on Yom Kippur and didn’t eat bread for Passover. BUT that is not what I reflect on about the holidays and i...