The Frumanista

I was chatting with a married lady about the rigors of travel.  "I do like seeing other places," I said, "but I am such ...

I have always been voluble about loathing the gym. To voluntarily drive to one, just to murder my muscles? How could I possibly summon the ...

Here is a poignant saga of misguided love. Sometimes we are so sure that we "know" who our soulmates are, but then we realiz...

Here's a list of recipes for Pesach (and all year round) that I've tried and loved:  ○ Bais Yaakov Cookbook's Roasted Gar...

Lecsó is a classic Hungarian dish, officially consisting of a variety of peppers. As a child I visited a fellow Hungarian classmate's h...

Yontif is coming, the "Season of our Liberation"!  Rejoice, for we have been redeemed! And yet, one can feel suffocatingly c...

Years ago my folks went to weekend bar mitzvah of a neighbor's son.  Speech after speech extolled the boy's virtues, real or im...

We expect a lot in life. It's not surprising, considering how much life has upped its game in the last fifty years—delicious fruits and...

I had already grasped that the method of mindfulness meditation is to focus on breath, slowly bringing the mind back from any distractions,...