As a writer, cook, filmmaker and travel enthusiast, I have loved traveling to many places and, of course, eating my way through cuisines. I’ve done this enough to know my favorite way to eat. Many of my favorite dishes have been part of mezze, an abundance of cold and hot plates full of flavor and a wide variety of ingredients.
Poetry reflecting on physical touch before the Coronavirus.
I may no longer know what day it is, but I can set my clock to the nightly applause that rumble in my neighborhood at 7:00 PM sharp.
I worried that by covering my hair I would once again get caught up in trying to look the part of frummest kid in the class.
A mother examines her relationship with Judaism when asked to carry the Torah on Shabbat.
Looking at me, you wouldn’t have guessed. I was a smart, outgoing, well-nourished, girl from a secular Jewish home, a top student at the school where I never missed a day.
I was also a battered child.
The board of health quarantines the fictional family, forcing Passover to be sorely reduced. It’s a lonely moment.
When it comes to Passover 2020, we can start by thinking of it as a kind of contemporary foraging in our refrigerators, freezers and pantries, a sort of continuation of the efforts of our foremothers.
Some folks are turning this time into an opportunity to begin exercising, bond with family and pets, clean closets, or garden. I am reliving the Days of Awe.
Zoom meetings, Zoom teaching, Zoom parties, Zoom Zoomba; your Pandemic calendar is full but what do you wear? Tips to help the modern social isolate shine on screen!
