Jews of “Latin” America

Jews of “Latin” America

Jews of “Latin” America “He’s Mexican,” I told my French mom about my boyfriend. “Oh, does he have a mustache and a sombrero?” she replied, amused. After months spent in Mexico, mostly among the Jewish community, I was taken aback by my mom’s comment. Where did this...
Notes From a Saint

Notes From a Saint

Notes From a Saint Life lessons have the tendency to sneak up on us. Often, we’re going about our business, doing what we do, and a message from the universe smacks us upside the head without warning. If we are paying attention, the impact can be life-altering. Our...
Nesting

Nesting

Nesting For years, we had cats. Gigantic rescue cats, retrieved from a Philadelphia parking lot when they were only a pair of gray and black kittens, as benign and rambunctious as the cubs in Tiger King. But they grew into the sort of cats who fantasized all day long...
Lessons Learned from a Self-Plagiarist

Lessons Learned from a Self-Plagiarist

Lessons Learned from a Self-Plagiarist This past year, writer’s block hit me more acutely than ever. Time I had blocked off to write became day-long reading sprees and, when that felt too mentally taxing, hours of binge watching. Clearly, I needed help. That’s why I...