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Shabbat dinner always felt different from the rest of the week. The differences were small, my mother bentched licht covering her head with whatever was nearby, sometimes even grabbing a dish-towel, the table was covered with an embroidered cloth, challah replaced rye bread, roast chicken was served, and my father said Kiddush. On Saturdays life […]
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 must confess that there are many things that I love about Christmas. I love the carols, the movies, and the wonderful decorations that announce the arrival of the holiday season. My children had to get used to the fact that after Thanksgiving, my car radio was tuned to the station that played Christmas music, […]
My mother would hang the wet laundry on clothes lines that were strung across the rooftop of our building. She carried it up the stairs in a laundry basket with her wooden clothespins resting on top. On her way up she would pass the apartment of an Italian family with a daughter named Rosemary, who […]
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