This past week, I catered a sit-down Thanksgiving dinner for 48 for a producer from California who was in town for her son’s wedding, finalized a few party proposals, filled a few cake orders, cooked for my mom, and tried to shop for a dress to wear to a dinner. Turns out shopping was the hardest item on my list. more

This past Shabbat, my husband Jerry and I were invited to shalosh seudos at our friends, Howie and Meira Lasky, along with the Goldsmiths, Hacks and Markowitzs. Out of the ten at the table, six had … more

Shavuot? Already? How is that possible? Didn’t we just put away the last of our Pesach dishes? I’m actually still eating toasted coconut covered marshmallows. Shavuot learning has … more

My husband Jerry is into ordering things online. Most things, he doesn’t know he needs, until he actually sees them. Over the last few years, he started collecting miniature figurines. First … more

My last article ended with my husband Jerry and I in Miami before boarding our cruise to the Western Caribbean. The weather was beautiful and onboard we relaxed, read and ate for the first few … more

Why is it that some things that seem so straightforward to me seem so difficult for others — and by others, in this instance, I’m talking about none other than my husband Jerry. … more

Ok, we had a one meal holiday, Thanksgiving. You should have all aced that one. As I said last week, it was child’s play after Rosh Hashanah and Sukkot. Now back to what we’re used … more

Last week, after writing about Jerry’s freighting experience in Israel, I was emotionally drained, and decided to just write about a yummy favorite on Chanukkah, sufganiot … more

A few weeks ago, while driving my husband Jerry to the Valley Stream Station (after he managed to saunter and putter around, thereby missing the Woodmere train), I found myself stuck at a light at the intersection of Mill Road and Sunrise Highway. more

At some point over lunch on Shabbat, the story of my husband Jerry’s first car accident came up. My sister-in-law, Shirley, while trying to catch her breath, because she was laughing so hard, turned to me and said “this is you’re article for next week’s paper.” And so it is.... more