Next Year In….
Last year, I volunteered to host the family Passover Seder. (I was three months postpartum, and thanks to serious sleep deprivation and delusions of grandeur brought on by fitting into a pair of...
View ArticlePlanting Roots, Leaving L.A. Behind
I’ve heard the stories at least a hundred times: My Great Grandma Tsiryl dry-heaving over the side of a steamer ship as they rolled up into Baltimore Harbor in 1904. A pregnant Great Grandma Esther...
View ArticleOy! My Guilt, Let Me Tell it To You
I’m going to LA for eight days and eight nights. Alone. I’m leaving tonight. Eight. Days. Eight. Nights. Like Hanukkah, only in August. And not really. The longest I’ve been away from my kids up until...
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My Little Larry David Doesn’t Like My “Stop & Chats”
“You know everyone!” I once gushed to my aunt after she exchanged hellos with a familiar face at a Tom Thumb grocery store in Dallas. She shrugged in response. “Well, I’ve lived here a long time.” That...
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Why Didn’t I Give That Homeless Man Money?
His sign read simply, “I’m homeless–need help.” It was scribbled on a rumpled piece of cardboard with black marker. Growing up in Los Angeles, my children will see many curious things, just as I did....
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