Entries by cougel

Family vacations. It's all relative.

Is our maternal instinct, or desire to parent, really innate? Or is it a function of societal pressure and our immediate environment? I guess, what I’m wondering, is everything, including what we think we want, all relative? In January, I was fortunate enough to go on a family trip with my parents, two sisters, and […]

Moving. And all the stuff that goes with it.

It’s looking like 2010 is off to a good start. Seems that way for a lot of my friends whom have had some serious rough patches in the last two years. But something happened in late January. Maybe we were all so desperate for this year to be an improvement that we made sure it […]

Cougar versus Cougel

Some of my friends are taking issue with this blog. They don’t think I’m a Cougar. They say I’m too young, shy (ok, I made that up) and unpredatorial to qualify. I guess I’ve ruffled some feathers (damaged some fur?) because these women are approximately my age and have been laboring long hours for the […]

Every Cougel needs a fur for the winter

In my parents attempt to “dress me up nice,” they came into the city to take me out for dinner and offered to buy me some new “classy” clothes. My dad smiled and shook his finger at me, “No more of this rock and roll, college look, it’s attracting the wrong guys.” By wrong guys, […]

Embracing the Kugel

I hated kugel growing up. It confused me. Slimy noodles, raisins, eggs, ambiguous looking slop (cheese? potatoes?) disguising themselves as a casserole. I didn’t get the concept of using ingredients for foods normally eaten for breakfast and lunch, for dessert. I like sweet things, but after my meal, not alongside it. Besides, what about kugel […]