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Matzo Chronicles

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).”

There’s family, but then there’s friends

My life plan has not been perfect, because in the decades since that “precocious” illumination of mine, a surprising number of friends have died including most...

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 […]

Betty, Barbie, Mighty Mouse and me

Growing up, I watched Betty Boop and Mighty Mouse cartoons every week. Then I played with my Barbie dolls all afternoon. For a break, I read and reread my ever-growing...