The Frumanista

One year, it was a sweltering September.  I arrived to shul for Rosh HaShana, shvitzing under my lightest possible in-between (neither ...

For the parent out there: " When Helping Hurts ," by Eli Finkel and Grainne Fitzsimmons. In a nutshell, as Douglas Horton sai...

The 1994 version of Little Women is probably one of my most beloved films. I never get tired of it, always happy to pop in the DVD. (The 1...

I love email. I really do. I love how I can use it to leisurely compose a letter, edit it repeatedly, eventually send it, then wait for a r...

I was walking home the other day, and I was surprised to see something that which I believed extinct: A lemonade stand.  In front...

The couple entered, but there was something significantl y missing. Thirty pounds each.  Apparently, they did not follow similar eating...

As someone whose teeth grind whenever an idiot launches into unasked-for detail how "single" automatically means "picky,...

When I was a youngster, the traditional erev Shabbos fare was farfel. With a soupçon of ketchup, it usually hit the spot.  Now I am no...

Thanks to computer technology, the great discovery of the Cairo Genizah's shredded documents can be patched together.   One of the ...

Kavita Daswani's initial novel made  Bad4's shidduch lit list , and I do trust Bad4's recommendations following To Say Nothing ...