The Frumanista

I have to admit that I'm not the best of listeners. I am prone to waiting impatiently for the other person to stop speaking so I can fi...

Short-term memory and age.

I'm wondering when I'll finally get over having been an "older single." I still identify as such, even though I officiall...

I have had a recent epiphany.  I'm old.  OK, not old old. Not ancient. Not quite the crypt keeper.  But I'm certainly o...

When I entered my teens, Ma introduced me to the next level of "literature": Regency romances.  The authors were typically Jo...

Gluckel of Hameln is supposedly required reading, the memoirs of Jewish woman from the end of the 1600s. Every time I tried to take it out...

To be fair, I really did think I could post with regularity after having Ben. But I kinda forgot (remarkable, considering all the kinfauna)...

Grief is . . . interesting.  I thought I had simply handled Ma's death "well," but then the mack truck tootled along and ...

Facebook groups have their pros and cons, as does many things in life. For nearly every niche that exists, one can find a group or page tha...

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