Writings

My mother died four days into 2021. Zoom burial, Zoom shiva, and now, Zoom kaddish...

I have a bad case of book club envy. None of my dozen or so ex-book clubs exist any longer.

Each Yom Kippur our rabbi invites a few congregants to write a prayer leading up to the Yizkor Memorial service.

On Cooking, Rosh Hashanah, and Inhabiting a Fictive World.

I’m knee-deep into what promises to be a fifty-plus gig book tour...

My family is hitting the b’nai mitzvah circuit hard these days.

For my sister-in-law, this intersection is about more than walk and don’t walk.

“You’re going to talk about hair? For two hours?” my mother said after I told her I’d been invited to co-facilitate a Lilith Salon...

It began with a glance. I was walking out of Barnes & Noble on a warm May afternoon when I spotted him, Dr. Norman Vincent Peale, or, shall I say, his four-disc audio book...

Instead of focusing on dieting before my daughter’s bat mitzvah, I decided to get in shape emotionally.

I was a grown woman when I outmeaned the meanest girl in my elementary school, a cheerleader with brilliant blue eyes and slightly bucked teeth...

Dara Torres. Dara Torres. God, it would be so easy to hate her. Let’s start with the abs that defy nature...