I'm about to say the most suburban, stereotypical, adult thing I have ever said, but... well... here goes: In my book club this month, Ok, that wasn't so bad. In my book club this month, we read All The Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr. I had never heard of it before, being as... Continue Reading →
Book Review: Hot Mamalah is chicken soup and cocktails for the Jewess soul
It's amazing how after nearly eight years of living outside Jew York, I've kinda forgotten my roots. My New Yawka bagel-and-lox-don't-kvetch-Fran-Drescher-would-want-it-this-way roots. But then, Lisa Alcalay Klug is here to remind me, there's no chance I could ever fully get away from what I suppose most of us really are (even those of us halfbreed... Continue Reading →
Twilight: The highlights. But mostly the lowlights.
If I don't get this off my chest soon, it's going to haunt me forever and then I may need therapy and that will just make it all worse. Disclaimer: I'm an avid reader. And I read anything. And when I say anything, I mean, I spent an entire Shabbat a month ago deeply engrossed... Continue Reading →