REPRINTED WITH PERMISSION from Florida Jewish News, September 2, 2005, p. 21, 23, 27
I never liked the term, “Blended families.” It reminded me of cake batter—sweet, maybe fun to snack on when no one was looking, but, frankly, not yet a cake. After all, which is better, the batter or the done cake? That term has the same uncomfortable feeling as “Reconstituted families.” Something like “reconstituted orange juice”—not quite the real thing.