Jewish Journal

Newsflash:  My Boobies are not Magical

By Sarah Tuttle-Singer

January 19, 2011 | 1:56 pm

The Crazy Baby Mama and Little Homie, out and about and meeting lots of germs.

By now, you’ve probably gotten the memo:

I’m still breastfeeding M and Little Homie. 

(And I’m happy to take on another customer or two if you know of anyone in Israel who is interested.  I... read on

  • Everything’s Ok

    By Sarah Tuttle-Singer

    January 12, 2011 | 1:57 pm

            When I was six years old, I started getting stomach aches.  They began shortly after Michael’s roly-poly baby brother fell headfirst into the swimming pool of their big, beautiful house in Beverly Hills on a warm Saturday morning.  And drowned. 

            I heard... read on

  • The (Certifiably) Crazy Baby Mama

    By Sarah Tuttle-Singer

    January 6, 2011 | 2:28 am

    Last week, I sat under a tree near the kibbutz dining hall, and told a woman I had just met that I was miserable in Israel (hey, that kind of rhymes!) and wanted to go home.

    Now, granted she had a kind face, but she was essentially a total stranger.  (I will say in my defense that... read on

  • My Dead Mother Communicates with me from Beyond… Using Fortune Cookies…

    By Sarah Tuttle-Singer

    December 29, 2010 | 4:18 am

    No, really.

    And the weird thing is, she hated Chinese food.

    (“Um, no, whackjob.  The weird thing is that you think your dead mom communicates with you using fortune cookies.”)
    But seriously.  It’s very Sylvia Browne.  Only Chinese:

    Before she died, my mom promised me that... read on

  • (Over)sharing:  Postpartum Depression

    By Sarah Tuttle-Singer

    December 21, 2010 | 1:01 pm

    Before my daughter was born, I assumed that as soon as I held her in my arms for that first magical time, we’d have a Hallmark moment: She would settle down and coo, I would smile like the beatific Earth Mama I’ve always wanted to be, and we would fall in love.

    It was supposed... read on

  • The good (enough) mother

    By Sarah Tuttle-Singer

    December 17, 2010 | 4:32 pm

    Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time writing about what a great mama I am… while I conveniently ignore my two children.

    While M pulls on my leg and says “Boob Mama? Boob Mama?” and Little Homie beats the shit out of his toy xylephone, and the dishes stay piled high in the sink... read on

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Sarah Emily Tuttle-Singer is a stay-at-home mama who craves adult interaction, a triple-shot latte, and a stiff drink

and a good night’s sleep.  Born and raised in Los...

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