The last time I went out on a date was as a somewhat naive 22-year-old student. Of course that was 15 years ago, when "You've got mail" was something you heard from your mom. Now I'm facing the new realities of dating as a 37-year-old recently single mother of three.
Where does a parent -- a Jewish mother -- begin a frank consideration of her daughter's sexuality? As the Zen master says, you have to start from where you are, and then let it flow.