Judy Blume is a treasure that we probably don't actually deserve — but we got her anyway, because sometimes we get lucky.
Blume's earnest and candid writing about puberty, menstruation, sex,…relationships, and friendships was not only groundbreaking when they were first published in the 1970s, but they've literally shaped the time we're in now. She has helped countless teens deal with the strangeness of growing up — her books tackle pretty much everything, including racism, menstruation, divorce, bullying, masturbation, and sexuality. Over the years, she's wracked… >> Read More
A little over two years ago on October 10, 2015, I gave birth to my first child, a girl. Named after my two grandmothers, Helen and Rose, she was the first proof for me that the past lives on into…the future. With all my faith in Judaism, mysticism, and everything holy, I didn’t know that I truly believed in miracles until Helen came into the world. So two years later on December 10th, 2017, my second daughter was born, proving once again that the universe is full of surprises. It’s true what people say:… >> Read More
"One of my friends said to me, 'Come on, we're going to go to Wendy's for Shabbat,'" says Roberta Mahler, 87. "I said, 'Wendy's? Shabbat?' I couldn't believe this."
So begins Wendy's Shabbat, a…delightful short film about a group of elderly Jews in Palm Desert, California, who gather at the fast food restaurant every Friday night for Shabbat dinner. Directed by Rachel Myers, the charming four-minute film profiles this remarkable group that's thinking outside the bun — er, box. (Wait -- that's a Taco Bell slogan. Let's just say… >> Read More
“Now we can finally have a normal week,” was what my husband said way back in 2011, as the holidays were ending and my busiest season as a Jewish professional was coming to a close.
The next…day, I found out I was pregnant. The allure of a “normal week” has now followed us through the birth of two children, six more High Holiday seasons, vacations, school transitions — not to mention sick days and snow days too numerous to count. Through it all, I’ve had my eye on my calendar: I’ve… >> Read More
Last week, my son’s elementary school hosted its winter band and choral concert. While waiting for the fifth and sixth grade musicians to finish tuning their instruments, I scanned the brightly…colored program to find my son’s name misspelled. Instead of Ben Marx, he was now mistakenly dubbed “Ben Tharx.” After the concert, I reassured my chagrined son that “The Tharx” sounded like a superhero — possibly one who seeks justice for the downtrodden using his “tharxian” powers, whatever they might be (but likely involving a… >> Read More