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Growing Up Golem: How I Survived My Mother, Brooklyn and Some Really Bad Dates (Magnus Books) joins the collection of memoirs about difficult childhoods, a genre that is becoming at... Read more »
The politics of paradox—finding Jewish meaning in unexpected places: a white, middle-class mom turned civil rights pioneer, a bacon sandwich, and a dirndl dress.
Table of contents Get the issueIn the 17th century, European authorities initiated the slow repeal of mandatory Jewish dress codes. Vienna annulled its regulations in 1624, followed by Mannheim (1691), Austria (1781), Rome (1798), Prussia... Read more »
I thought I’d found a clever way around this ending, and yet we’re barreling toward the moment that always leaves me smeared and choking on my pillow.
Polly Cowan worked to bring interracial teams of glove- and hat-wearing middle-class Northern women to Mississippi every Wednesday during Freedom Summer. Polly’s daughter figures out what drove her mother’s work.
A resilient girl foils assault, thanks to the awkward lessons learned in her own unreliable family.
The author would never have been born if the woman in these pictures had survived. Read Isaacs’s homage to her father’s first wife.
Bacon? One woman creates her own Jewish tradition out of the most untraditional food of all.
The life of Rabbi Akiva’s wife, told in her own words, topped the fiction charts in Israel. Find out why.
Pioneering anti-obscenity lawyer Harriet Pilpel (Columbia Law ’36) understood
that both birth control and Ulysses were banned for offending “gentlemen of the upper middle class.”
At the Grand Canyon Red Rock Motel he signs the register. The shiny Buick out front my grandmother holding the picnic basket boiled chicken, she glances at the paper, the... Read more »
Not the aspirate in achoo, transliterated CH like a faux ami tricks the American eye. Worn fingernail-sized for luck where a neighbor dangles the cross, this letter coughs up the... Read more »
Wherever I go, it’s always a desert. I’m always thirsty. I don’t know if I have enough in my hump. It’s satiation that I long for. It’s the possibility to... Read more »