Thoughts from the refrigerator and a small guilty confession. (It’s not what you think!)

My youngest child is 25 years old. She lives in New York, holds down a responsible job, has friends and takes care of herself.  She cooks healthy meals frequently incorporating the big package of spinach she keeps in her kitchen. She is an adult. Her sister is also gainfully employed in Los Angeles with a … Read more

Is religion really the best way to define ourselves?

Sunday morning routine used to be determined by the requirement of dreaded Hebrew school. Children needed to be roused from bed – often by forcefully pulling covers from stubbornly cocooned sleeping forms. I Ignored bitter complaints of exhaustion while goading my offspring into action by cruelly dumping their pillows on the floor. Lights were turned … Read more