Emily Feinstein

Emily Feinstein
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Originally from Denver, Colorado, Emily moved to Sugar Land, Texas as a young girl. She studied journalism and psychology at UT Austin, and has experience in newspaper reporting, technical writing, and freelance writing. When she can, she works on writing her first-ever book. Somehow, Emily randomly ends up living abroad for short stints of time. In 2007, while attempting to heal a broken heart, she moved to Bilbao, Spain, and completed a six-month work-study program. Despite swearing off serious relationships, her husband, Oren, swooped in shortly after her return. They struggled with infertility, but were ultimately rewarded with their two precious children, Mayer {June 2013} and Juliet {April 2015}. In 2019, Emily’s family relocated to Montpellier, France, for Oren’s job. They managed to learn the language, forever spoiled their taste buds, and saw some really beautiful things. Now back in Houston, they are eating all the Tex-Mex and enjoying family.

Making Nutrition a Priority :: Six Easy Tips to Keep Kids Thriving

March is National Nutrition Month, and as mothers, we can all relate to the ongoing mission {or saga} of trying to insert healthy food into the mouths of our kids. This can be particularly...
The Balancing Act of Volunteering at Your Child's School | Houston Moms Blog

The Balancing Act of Volunteering at Your Child’s School

Volunteering at your child's school:: it's one of those things we all tend to develop a deep sense of guilt about. And we are constantly asking ourselves questions  like, am I helping enough? Could...
The Bittersweetness of Our Littles Growing Up | Houston Moms Blog

The Bittersweetness of Our Littles Growing Up

A few months ago, I was saying goodnight to my five-year-old son, and I started caressing his face as I sometimes do. He closed his eyes and kept a blissful smile on his face,...
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When Your Child Just Won’t Poop on the Potty

My daughter was nearly two-and-a-half years old when we began potty training. She is now three-and-a-half, and pooping on the potty has somehow morphed into my all-time most despised task of raising this child....

Hanukkah, with a little Christmas Sprinkled on Top

When I think of Hanukkah, I am automatically transported back to my childhood, because as with most Jewish children, it was by far my favorite holiday. Special memories are conjured up, such as the...
When Superheroes Gain Angel Wings:: Understanding the Deadliest Form of Childhood Brain Cancer | Houston Moms Blog

When Superheroes Gain Angel Wings :: Understanding the Deadliest Form of Childhood Brain Cancer

In honor of Childhood Cancer Awareness Month, Contributor Emily F. shares the story of a special little boy.  Once upon a time, there was a superhero named Connor Man. His real name was Connor Michael...
Waiting with Baited Breath:: My 9/11 Story | Houston Moms Blog

Waiting with Baited Breath :: My 9/11 Story

It's hard to believe it's been 17 years since the 9/11 attacks, because I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I was in my second year of undergrad at the University of Texas...
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At the Heart of it All :: Why My Family Chooses to Live in...

  We all have the conversation. You know the one. You have finally found your life partner, and the logistics come into play on where you want to "settle down." There are so many things...
How You Can Thrive This Summer with Your Kids {Not Just Survive It} | Houston Moms Blog

How to Thrive This Summer with Your Kids {Not Just Survive It}

If  you have small children and you’re anything like me, you have mixed emotions about the summer. School is out, and regardless of how full your schedule is with day camps, VBS, or other...
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Searching For My Inner-Calm, One Breath at a Time

When I was a little girl, I would often wander around my house looking for my dad. When I couldn’t find him, I knew he was in his closet meditating. I would either wait...