I just ate my third slice of a cake that ended up on our counter despite my protestations that I’m off sugar. Which I am, or was, a little regimen I adopted from Purim until Pesach (Passover), or at least

We enter Purim tomorrow night in a moment of profound uncertainty, with the war unfolding in Iran heavy on our minds and hearts. Missiles are raining down on Tel Aviv; as I write one 40 year-old woman has died and

Yesterday I got on the wrong train. No, that’s not right at all. I got on the right train, only then it went to the airport, so it was the wrong train after all. As the inimitable Kathryn Shultz has

I was all set to send out a sweet message of hope, of kindling light in the darkness, adding light to the world, all that good-vibes Chanukah stuff. But now, before the earth has rotated around enough for us to

This morning as I handed Eloise a plate of pancakes—because sometimes I actually do have my act together early and pancakes on school days can happen, and actually they were oladushki, which as all y’all from the FSU will know