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Now that Thanksgiving is behind us, my very favorite time of year is approaching. We will call it Chanukah season in order not to upset my Oreos. I just love Chanukah season. The decorations, the lights, the trees, the music, the feeling of magic and hope in the air. I love everything about it. Even when I go for my walks in my neighborhood, I love exploring the streets in order to locate the houses that have put the time and effort in to making their homes sparkle and entertain....
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I looked at Husband #1 and said, “What should this week’s column be about?” He looked back at me and said, “Thanksgiving 2022.” And then he started to laugh. Yes, I will be writing about Thanksgiving 2022 because, in a way, it was pretty amusing. You will be the judge. Picture your typical Thanksgiving holiday. The whole family coming together, back to the east coast from all corners of the earth. Brother Bart and his wife, Treena, and their five little rug rats. Timmy just started playing soccer! Tina just lost her...
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In the olden days, we had phone books. They came delivered to your driveway, or maybe you could pick them up somewhere. I don’t exactly recall. I remember my mother always having us look for her address book, which contained all the phone numbers and addresses of friends and family. Because, in the olden days, people would send each other cards and call on the phone and whatnot. I still have one of those filo-fax books that have daily calendars and places to write phone numbers. The company was going...
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Last week, this Babka took a “Flopka.” Translation — I fell when I slipped on some acorns or pebbles that were underneath some leaves that had yet to be picked up by the town. Was that passive aggressive? In all fairness, it was dark, but the result was the same. I slipped and fell on my right knee, which, of course, is my bad knee. In any event, after I fell, a car turned the corner and I was convinced that since it was dark, the driver couldn’t see...
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Husband #1 loves politics. He loves politics like women love shopping. (Not me, but other women.) He loves politics like men love drinking beer. (Not him, but other men.) His dad loved politics too. So does Husband #1 love politics because he was always able to bond with his dad over them, or did his love of politics just come on its own? Honestly, I think it was the former. My father-in-law, though he always tried to convince our kids that he played for the Brooklyn Dodgers, was not...
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Editorial
This is my favorite time of year. Not too hot, not too cold. The leaves turn the most beautiful colors. Have you taken the time to notice them? Golds and reds, purples and pinks. If you haven’t taken the time to look up at them, you definitely should. They are stunning. God’s artistry. Breathe in the crisp fall air and really appreciate the ability you have to breathe. I also love when there are leaves on the ground and I can crunch them when I walk. The noise is comforting,...
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We grew up with things that our parents didn’t have. Our parents grew up with things that their parents didn’t have, and our children are growing up with things that we never had. As for their children, it is still to be determined. For me, I am pretty sure that the offspring of my Oreos will, God willing, grow up with the ability to have what their parents had, but actually will grow up with what our great-great-grandparents had. Because, as I have said many times, my grandchildren will be...
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If someone were to ask someone I know to describe me, the word “feminist” would not come to mind. Now the words “crazy,” “psychotic,” and “oversensitive” might be mentioned, but definitely not “feminist.” Is this a good thing or a bad thing? As a woman, I feel that women should have the same rights as men, get paid the same salaries as men — you know, the basics. Most feminists are not happy with their roles in the Orthodox Jewish world. I am not one of them, because, as I...
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