My wedding anniversary is coming up. I am commemorating these years from the nuptials by making Yoelish's favorite supper. But I will be...

I have some great news for all you blogaholics. I think you’ll be mighty proud of me. I joined the Yuniversity for Yiddishpeaking Yentas. Wi...

HOLIDAY POLL! How do you celebrate Thanksgiving? A. I'm a chassid. I don't celebrate these holidays. B. I get off from work. (So t...

See, yours truly and her mister will take off for a two day escape – alone! Between a neighbor, my parents, and my nagging worries, I think ...

I’m eagerly awaiting the release of the book "Women are from Venus, Yungeliet are from Yeshiva ". Until they publish this self he...

I have this black suit; it’s my suit-mate, I think. My body and the suit have gotten along even through the worst of times. Even when the do...

My shabbos evenings are sometimes very enlightening. As a Jewish mother in the city, my afternoon outings extend to the end of the gates on ...

Researchers are bewildered with us. They have yet to find physical evidence to explain the strong separation between the Chassidic Community...

I was having typical Post Shopping Trauma. I had spent a full day in Boro Park exhausting my credit card and I started to question the good ...

The first two years following my sister’s marriage were very traumatic for me. Memories of those times stir up feelings of anger and resentm...

…the bachur is brought into the room, where he meets his bride to be. They spend a half hour scraping their vocabulary for words that can f...

Satmar girl’s camp was one hell of a place. There’d be all of us Satmar from all over the place sleeping in large, hot bunks and spending ev...

The average Joe comes home from work, takes off his construction hat or loosens his tie, and falls into the couch where he flips the channel...

I have very keen memories of my grandmother’s house. I remember the smell, I remember the ‘brown theme’, I remember the candies, but most of...

Give me a minute while I muster the courage. Okay. Here goes: I admit it. I’M A TERRIBLE FLIRT. I’m taking a deep breath. Saying this ...

My computer-mouth stands evidence to some overtime googling. There is a stark coffee smell on the smiling-family-picture-mouthpad in additio...