The Frumanista

I didn't used to be a salad person. I still don't think of myself as a salad person, but it is only a matter of time.  Owen and...

I love calm. I crave calm. I weep for calm. It also doesn't take much to unhinge my calm. I'm easily excitable. "Oh no, they s...

Disclaimer: As a female, I can only comment about my own date experiences, and for lack of imagination, cannot fabricate difficulties males...

After bumping into a shadchan by a vort, my contact info was zealously scribbled down. A few days later there was an e-mail in my inbox, co...

Against my will (really) my trusty Razr was updated to an iPhone. I was initially fearful that I would become a texting maniac, but it hasn...

There are bloggers who claim they don the cloak of anonymity because they insist they would be otherwise unable to openly discuss communal ...

When Luke's wedding was scheduled in my teens, Ma got a recommendation for a dressmaker to construct my gown (it ended up absolutely go...

After I watched " Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead ," I was all gung-ho to get a juicer. Or is it a masticator? The movie made the whol...

It began with the diary of Anna Leonowens, who was governess of Siam's royal children for six years. Her experiences were fictionalized...

My family doesn't observe Thanksgiving. Considering how Ma makes her chicken soup with turkey legs, we get sufficient gobble-gobble yea...