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Karen Galatz

    My almost Bat Mitzvah

    After 12 years of glittery Christmas trees, but no menorahs, no Shabbat candles and no Friday services, I suddenly got religion. I wanted to become a Bat Mitzvah.

    The power of 50 in the Bible and in my life

    The number 50 has symbolic and practical significance in Jewish thought. It spans the days between the exodus from Egypt and Shavuot, when the Torah was revealed to us...

    No mask . . . what’s that in the mirror?

    As mask-wearing mandates end, and I increasingly confront my unexposed face in the mirror, I’m struck with the realization that I’m aging fast — faster, in fact,...

    Counting Jews

    Forget Mah Jongg. My favorite game is “Counting Members of the Tribe (MOT).”

    Balabusta or bust!

    I could kick myself. I pride myself on having a knack for timing and clever ideas. Yet, I’ve just missed out on a golden opportunity to pitch a winning concept for a...

    My mother’s fur. My solution.

    My mother was pro-mink. She believed fur symbolized luxury, style, and to the manor born. Not me. I was decidedly anti-fur. I grew up in a cloth-coat, pea-jacket,...

    Eternity waits. My annual cemetery care

    It’s that time of year. Not Thanksgiving. Not Chanukah. Rather it’s that time of year when I’m asked about providing “perpetual” care for my grandparents’...

    Our changing holidays

    For many years now, people have questioned the meaning and legacy of the Columbus Day and Thanksgiving holidays. For me, the debate has been valid. The challenge,...

    What would mom say?

    Growing up, I chafed under three parental fashion edits — no tattoos, no pierced ears, and no jeans with frayed edges or holes. It wasn’t, I admit, as stringent as...

    A yen for a little zen

    ROSH HASHANAH EDITION 5782 SECTION D PAGE 19 A new city for my husband and me. A new job for one of my children. A new year soon to begin […]