For many years, my daughter and I were lucky to be invited out for Passover. Besides joining a big group of people, and sampling a variety of Passover foods, I relished the added benefit of not having to plan, shop and cook for the daunting seder (first and second night) meals....
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April 21, 2005 | 8:00 pm
December 2, 2004 | 7:00 pm
By the time Chanukah rolls around, I'll have spent the last three to four weeks cleaning and cooking up a storm for a Thanksgiving feast; planning, decorating, and baking for my daughter's birthday party; volunteering and baking some more for several school holiday celebrations;...
September 30, 2004 | 8:00 pm
The 3-by-5 file cards are yellowed with age, carefully covered in Saran Wrap and taped in the back. On the top right corner, the name Judy H; on the next line: Chocolate Yeast Kuchen, followed by the not overly detailed recipe written in small black letters explaining how to make one...
September 9, 2004 | 8:00 pm
Exploring the stack of old Jewish cookbooks and family recipes my mother brought to me when she visited from Atlanta, I found a note. On the top of a small white paper, in her handwriting, were the words Rosh Hashanah, and then the list; Apple Charlie, Challah, Kugel, Green Bean...
August 5, 2004 | 8:00 pm
May 20, 2004 | 8:00 pm
My sister Wendy gives parties -- small ones for her family of five, large ones for her international mix of friends, in her kitchen, buffet style, around her swimming pool with fajitas and margaritas, or grilling marinated chicken and hot dogs at her neighborhood clubhouse. So when I...
February 5, 2004 | 7:00 pm
When my daughter was born, I walked the floors of our Atlanta home night after night, day after day, holding her while she slept or when she cried, stopping always in front of the wall of backyard windows framing a forest of trees. As I grew into my unexpected role of single...
December 18, 2003 | 7:00 pm
My 10-year-old daughter came home from school sad, her shoulders carrying the kind of weight that breaks a mother's heart. She faced a tough dilemma: friends who were no longer true friends, demanding her to compromise who she is or be alone. It's the kind of challenge we all meet...
November 27, 2003 | 7:00 pm
Eight years ago, when my father's Parkinson's symptoms overwhelmed his body, but not his spirit, my mother decided she needed care-taking help. For a man who cherished his independence so fiercely, this life change would not come easy. But with same courage it took to run a...
October 2, 2003 | 8:00 pm
I have been thinking a lot about roots lately. About where I would like to settle with my daughter, buy a house, adopt a puppy. When we left our hometown of Atlanta eight years ago, I didn't know how long our adventure would last. I didn't know we would live in small, but charming...
September 4, 2003 | 8:00 pm
This Rosh Hashanah brings to a close the year in which my father died. For this reason, and many others, I am grateful that the Jewish New Year is marked not by parties, but by days and weeks preceding and following of self-evaluation, quiet contemplation and prayers for blessings in...
April 3, 2003 | 7:00 pm
My great-grandmother, Gouda, escaped Germany by boat at night when she was in her 60s. My grandfather, Opa, fled with her and his wife and two small children when he was 42. Both lived long, energetic, brave lives in their adopted country: she, chasing her great grandchildren around...