The Frumanista

I had an epiphany yesterday.  I had been thinking of couples I had been hearing of, the young marrieds who have not been having a seamless t...

I've already plowed through "My Crazy Ex-Girlfriend," although due to baby-induced sleep deprivation, I've forgotten prett...

Do you really know the story of Chanukah?  I certainly don't. It was told in school in a few sentences, not much in depth. I carried awa...

I was reading this interview with Chris Rock , and paused towards the end in thought:  Who do you hang with these days? Who’s your peer grou...

Is anyone here familiar with Miranda ? Oh, you must watch it. It's on Hulu, and I'm finally giving it the time it so richly deserve...

As we know, we are not the only peoples on earth who utilize shadchanim. South Asians—Indians and Pakistanis, for instance—also dig them.  C...

Once upon a time, I would rant on this blog about the horrors of the smartphone. How it decreases meaningful connection. How the blue light ...

I haven't put on lipstick since March.  I don't know who I am anymore.   I would put on lipstick if I could. But with a mask, it wou...

I've become a cantankerous broad (my age is showing). With all this talk of "apple and honey," I've become a tad pedantic....

I, like the rest of the corona hermits, have taken to baking. When my sister stops by, she asks, "So what treats are in the freezer?...