Joanne Strasser Edwards is a blogger, novelist and mom living in Columbus, Ohio. She received her BA from Brandeis University and MA from the New School for Social Research. You can follow her @ShortNorthMom on Instagram and Twitter, and check out her blog @ www.shortnorthmom.com
“Everyone is OK. We’re all are home.” Read the text message from my former host brother in Berlin. Sitting in a work meeting, I had no idea what he was talking about.
“Ok… glad you’re…all OK?” I texted back. Little did I know then, someone had rammed his truck into a Christmas Market, close to where my host family lives, killing 11 people. It was just like what happened in London yesterday. I know those streets back from when I lived in Berlin. I’d been to that market before,… >> Read More
Eric and Lara Trump are expecting, and everyone is asking: will this be his fourth Jewish grandkid? Is Lara a member of the tribe? Was that a crystal chuppah, or just a canopy?
Turns out, maybe…she’s not Jewish. You know what? It doesn’t really matter. Just because Trump has a growing family that may or may not have Jewish heritage, doesn’t mean he knows the first thing about Jewish values. Or family values, either. Let’s just start with the basics. You know what I’m going to say: tikkun olam, Hebrew for… >> Read More
Editor's Note: Names have been changed to protect privacy and safety.
When I met them back in 2014, Dorri and Farah had just arrived from Tehran. As a lesbian couple, living an open life in the…Islamic Republic of Iran was not an option for them. After receiving several threats, Dorri and Farah sold everything and left the country. Luckily, Dorri had an uncle here in the United States, so they were able to move in with him. Knowing only very basic English and less than a handful of people, their… >> Read More
I make bad jokes, inappropriate ones; even, sometimes, about the Holocaust.
Last weekend, for instance, when touring my friend Maria’s new house, I half-jokingly asked if she would hide my…family when Trump’s Stormtroopers came for us. Standing in the archway of her semi-hidden storage closet, a look of puzzlement, mixed with amusement, came across her face. What was I talking about? “I’ll be like your Anne Frank.” I explained. “And you’ll be Miep. Stand in the doorway and let me take your pic for Facebook.”… >> Read More
The other night I was lying in bed hating my wife, as sometimes happens after a rough day.
Here’s how it goes: I look over, and she’s already sleeping, because she's the kind of person who's…out when her head hits the pillow. I on the other hand, am only getting started. You know those ruminations in the darkness that are cured only by too much Xanax? Well, those are my nightly M.O. I am full of resentment and toxicity; not because of anything my wife did, but because life is… >> Read More
"Did you see my baby?" wails a young girl to the nurse.
I can see her face through the curtain. She's lying on a gurney in the post-op recovery area of the abortion clinic. It’s the size of a…kitchen pantry. In this area, women convalesce on reclining chairs. It’s like they're here for pedicures except they all wear heating pads and bleak expressions. My friend whom I’m accompanying doesn’t have to sit in a pedicure chair. She has a fetal abnormality, so she and her spouse actually get a room. It might be… >> Read More