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When I was growing up virtually all my parents’ friends were Polish. I don’t remember meeting any Czechs, Russians or Romanians, no less any Sephardic or Mizrahi Jews. My parents were determined to hold on to their language, their food and their customs. They belonged to a Landsmanschaft, a kind of club whose members came […]
Last night I attended the Annual Dinner for the non-profit where I work. It was held at a restaurant in a very chic hotel in Los Angeles run by a chef who is known for his use of molecular gastronomy. As I wandered around the room, I felt as if I were in a theatre […]
I have something to share about my husband. He has a tendency to reveal the ending of a play or movie plot before the rest of us have seen it, or share the final score of a sports event when others are watching in a different time zone. It is something we joke about, and […]
On some cold winter days when there was not much to do, my sister would take me downtown to wander around a museum. I only remember visiting the Metropolitan Museum of Art or the Museum of Natural History, not The Frick, Guggenheim, or MoMA (maybe she thought I was too young to appreciate those) but […]
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