Jill Pincus

Having lost a baby makes me more aware of the miraculous nature of birth. I pray for my friends, that their pregnancies be healthy and full-term. I pray for neighbors. And I pray for myself...

After school, I would journey alone from a world defined by the future to a world that had no future. What would I say to Grandma? How could I tell her that I was making plans for later, for what I would be doing once she was no longer here?

We are each alone as we prepare our thoughts. Soon we will disembark from the bus to spend a precious half-hour in prayer at this sacred holy site...

I have already noticed advertisements for anti-boredom seminars designed to pump parents full of ideas to keep their kids busy during the summer. Now, one thing I know about my parents is that they would have considered the whole idea ludicrous...

Today I know that I am exactly where I need to be. I also know that hidden in my current predicament are endless hidden kindnesses, and like a kid on a treasure hunt, I am hunting them out...

I am one of those super-responsible Type A personalities, the kind whose first words as a baby were “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.” I have been doing a pretty good job since then, right up until the moment I broke my leg..

As a child I believed I sang very well, and this assumption was never threatened until I auditioned for my junior high-school choir...

As a child of divorce whose father was awarded custody, my dad basically raised me. As a result, I felt well prepared to be a father, but not as prepared to be a mother...