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The girls and I spent most of Passover at my mother’s house in Baltimore, where we also visited with a wonderful woman whom I met through this blog. (She was already friendly with my mother from shul — it wasn’t as if I just showed up at the door of someone who clicked “like” a…

The kids and I are in Baltimore for most of Pesach, which means that I get to raid my mother’s recipe box. You know, the kind that’s jammed packed with stained 3 x 5 cards and newspaper clippings, all bearing the secrets to the foods of my childhood. Since there’s still time, and you probably…

Reposting from last year, since I haven’t done anything creative this year. Yet. from April 2009: With all things Passover pretty much packed up until next year, we’ve been experiencing something of a denouement around here. I’ve been wondering what to blog about….what Jewish thing is going on in our lives now that the ultimate home-shuling…

“What matters?” Zoe likes to ask, her arms held up in the universal child-asking-a-question gesture. She thinks it means “what’s the difference?”  To me, she sounds just like Yenta in Fiddler on the Roof whenever she says it, most often after I correct her pronunciation of a word. ( “Shrimp, shrump,” she shrugs. “What matters?”)…
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