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Call Your Mother

Or don’t bother. I’m just your mother.

The Red Toy Bucket

Bubbelieder

So much depends

The Service is Slow

But At Least the Food is Unhealthy

Dear N.,

I don’t believe in God, but I do know that He holds grudges — and I’m not getting any younger. I’d like to start attending synagogue (a little flattery can’t hurt, right?), but…

Be Thou Upright (and Fully Locked)

The Lord Works in Mischievious Ways

Dear N.,

I recently traveled to Israel on a pilgrimage to the most sacred site in all of Judaism: the grave of Menachem Begin. Of course, I also stopped by many popular tourist…

The Questionable Wisdom of Solomon

The famous king for whom I am named is said to have had a thousand wives. What I want to know is this: in the name of all that’s holy, why?

Such a quaint custom, naming your kids after the heroes of the Bible. And frankly, a little suprising…

Gefilte Grief

Coping with loss, negotiating with caterers

Dear N.:

Such tsuris! Irving, my beloved husband of 20 years, left this world yesterday. The doctors confirmed my worst fears: it was the gefilte fish. (Not my homemade gefilte fish, God forbid. My sister…