It is a testament to my grief that I actually miss my mother’s bad cooking. My mom was an infamous eater and a lover of food. She scouted out of all the good dumpling and dim sum joints in Silicon…Valley but could barely scramble an egg. Her lack of skills in the kitchen was a source of pride for her, a feminist twist on the myth of the Jewish mother, of pushing food on people already so full that they must sneak away from the table in pain, bursting with kreplach. Yes, Mom hated… >> Read More
My 10-year wedding anniversary happens to fall on the most sacred Jewish holiday--Yom Kippur, a.k.a the Day of Atonement.
It’s a day when even non-observant Jews feel enough fear and…guilt (passed along through thousands of years of D.N.A and bed-time stories) to polish their dress shoes and head to shul. When I broke the news of the calendar coincidence to my husband Dan, he was giving our 4-year-old daughter a bath. “Our anniversary is on Yom Kippur this year,” I told him. The bizarreness… >> Read More