The Frumanista

Yom Kippur may be over, the war isn't done. " The Moral Bucket List " by David Brooks: I came to the conclusion that wonder...

"What was that now?" I inquired faintly.  "We, er, um, well, so, yeah, have . . . bedbugs."  "Nosferatu! N...

Courtesy of " Metropolitan Diary ":  As he pulled the car away from the curb at my hotel, my Uber driver, Chaim, who looke...

There is a lot of conversation nowadays about "love." I don't mean romantic love, although I do find that rather tediously ov...

As a child, I was never instructed to say "Sorry." When I became a professional aunt, I never instructed a child to say "Sor...

"Enriched white flour." When I see that on a label, I politely put the box down and move on. As I understand it, "enriched...

This post is for the wedded Jewesses who opt to cover their hair: Ma, for casual about-the-house headgear, has only one choice: the kerc...

If there is a story in the morn' that piques my interest, I bookmark it, figuring I'll stick it into an appropriate post, but that ...

"Forgiveness" is probably one of the most frightening words out there.  But God forgives those that forgive. So I have been t...

Ah, teenagers. The bane of our existences. Parents love to complain about them, while they glare sullenly beneath overgrown hair as they my...