The Frumanista

  Al tiftach peh l'Satan.  I've found he has impeccable timing.  Keeping in mind my prior post, announcing that I am not working on ...

I've been wondering if I should feel like a "bad Jew."  I don't mean pork, obviously. I mean in that once I had kids I...

I would think, that at my age, I would know myself by now. I mean, I'm me, right, so if I don't know myself, who will? (That sounds ...

I'm going to confess something to you now. This secret is so heinous that you must keep it to yourselves.  You'll keep shtum, right?...

In 2017, Indian comedian Hari Kondabolu released a documentary called "The Problem with Apu," detailing the racist depiction of th...

As I confessed, I've actually downloaded Instagram.  I'm very careful with it. I know it can be a gateway to self-loathing due to co...

While once upon a time I used to rail against the evils of smartphones (not in a frum capacity, but rather as constant distractions and time...

My sister and I were discussing boundaries. Not necessarily between ourselves, but the concept, and its importance.  I noted that boundaries...

While I have gotten somewhat used to the sleep deprivation, there are some days I'm so wiped I can barely walk. Throw in some humidity, ...

Everything is relative, is it not?  After marrying at our decrepit ages, Han and I are surprised to hear parents panic over their single 19-...