The Frumanista

I'm not sure when I got into it. Was it when I began to dabble in yoga? Was it a recommendation from Dr. Oz? Whatever it was, now I am ...

From an interview with Iggy Pop : The film features a representation of the mobile home where you grew up in Michigan, which I don’t t...

Americans are obsessed with happiness. It's in the Constitution, for crying out loud. Yet it is this very frantic pursuit that is makin...

Kitchen mandolins always frightened me. That exposed blade? After the incident with the immersion blender . . .  But the exalted Jacques ...

When did humility get so cocky and vainglorious? I remember the first time, around 15 years ago, that I heard someone describe herself as...

This week is all about going back from the wrong path and starting again. I'm surprised how many (frum!) Jews aren't willing to ack...

Rabbi Glatstein said in a Rosh Hashana shiur that we cannot ask for a good year until we have thanked Hashem for the past one.    In th...

I have um, a bit of a backlog of fascinating articles. So, er, bear with me as I link, um, holiday-themed pieces.    The subject of the...

Behind every crazy woman is a man sitting very quietly, saying, "What? I'm not doing anything." —Jade Sharma; Brené has a n...

I learned, a long long time ago, to never say, "Well, I would never —!"  A number of women have that about-face when skin sta...