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 →