The Frumanista

I'm sure my audience knows that I wouldn't neglect the blog unless something was up.  And something is up. Two somethings, actu...

The Hungarians have a . . . well, how shall I put it? We are known for liking pretty, opulent things. Aesthetic complex? Although I don...

Anything by Austen is automatic Shidduch Lit, because it describes a time when courtship and marriage consisted of rules and regulations (...

It's really not my intent to talk smack about my Bais Yaakov. Yet so many years later I'm still untangling myself from the binding ...

"Ooh, you must get this face mask," she gushed. "It makes my skin sooooo soft."  I went very, very still. I was, of...

Jack, my boss, had the greatest of faith in medications. He would stand by my desk and wax poetic about his myriad prescriptions (between t...

" The 8 Health Habits Experts Say You Need in Your 20s "; " The Urban Avenger vs. William ";  and 

"The more you know, the more you know you don't know." —Aristotle "What are you looking for?"  It sounds li...

It's been a long time since I blow-dried my hair. I mean me, personally, actually doing the work.  A few years back, it was part of...

There is a branch of the family tree that is firm and adamant: FAMILY is FAMILY.  It's not that these indomitable siblings happen t...