Don't Give In to Despair.

There is something about knowing a place, a city — walking its streets, absorbing the sights, the sounds, finding the shortcuts, feeling the sun on the sidewalks, having a favorite shop — that gives us ownership, even if we haven’t been there in a long time. You keep a map in your head…

Let All Who Are Hungry Come and Eat

“Let all who are hungry come and eat.” This is the line from the Passover haggadah that was on my mind two weeks ago, in Clark. But I wasn’t at a seder. I was at the grocery store. 

 

I hope by now many of you have read about the Supermarket Sweep, the “foodraiser” sponsored by …

Why I Love My Public Radio Station, But Federation Gets My Increase

I love my public radio station. Really. It is just about the only station on the FM dial that I can tolerate. They play great music, new music, even somewhat cool music, to the point where I knew about Fountains of Wayne before my then-college-age son did.

 

(Son: “Mom! How do you know w…

Four Sentences

Every Passover (no, I have not started Passover anxiety yet, I will let you know when I do), we begin the seder with the Four Questions. In our family, like many, the youngest child asks the questions; this was my sister-in-law’s role for many, many years until our generation started produ…

Small Towns, Big Hearts

When people ask me where I am from, or more specifically, where I grew up, I almost always say, “Newport, Rhode Island.” Most people have heard of it, as it is a famous tourist destination and home to the oldest synagogue in the United States.

 

But I’m not really from Newport, it�…