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Truly my happy place. Here with the boys for the bar mitzvah of the son of one of my dearest pals. The event was this…
Hebrews: I am not exaggerating, nor am I suffering from advanced Stockholm Syndrome, when I say that this stuff is awesome:
Passover. Eight days for us to compensate for not being allowed to eat bread by eating remarkable amounts of just about anything else. Each year…
If I read another Facebook post about someone else’s completion of all her Passover tasks, hours, if not days ahead of schedule… I’ll scream. Please…
I had to write a short article about Passover, for which I needed a picture of food in my minivan. So I opened a box…
In a constant (and generally unsuccessful) effort to prove our supremacy, M and I pulled another one over on a child this morning. Frances, the…
When I was in college, here in New York City, I discovered Kander and Ebb when I bought a ticket to stand in the back…
Some signs of Spring could not be more welcome. My favorite flowers are out and about… Other are less welcome. Spring = Passover, which =…
Fairway Market is always spectacular, and something of an emotional experience. But after a week of house arrest at the hands of the stomach flu,…
It’s humbling. We are all equal in the eye of the toilet bowl. Big props to the offspring for looking after things while I was…