hi! What can I expect to find here?
Hi! I’m glad you’re here. This is my blog, where I share personal posts about life as an editor in New York City, plus party-planning ideas, easy recipes, curated lifestyle essentials, and more…often with a Jewish spin.
Why the spin?
Well, as a lifestyle editor and writer, I’ve spent a lifetime scratching my head over the scarcity of Jewish culture in women’s magazines and other purveyors of “the beautiful life.” It’s an absence that I’ve tried, reluctantly and defeatedly, to chalk up to a small Jewish readership. Sometimes, though, it’s hard not to feel like the lack of “Jewish content” represents a more deliberate exclusion.
In a word: oy.
After all, it’s not as if Judaism is wanting for thousand-year-old holidays to spruce up or fabulous recipes to reimagine. Food is practically the centerpiece of our heritage, and tangible, decorative symbols have long accompanied the building of a Jewish home: calligraphed ketubahs, whimsical tzedakah boxes, kiddush cups, candlesticks, and more. Why shouldn’t those things get the glossy magazine treatment?
It’s a question that feels more pressing and less rhetorical than ever in 2019. What I see on the news horrifies and saddens me — the alarming increase in global anti-semitic sentiment, the acts of hatred, the stereotypes, the vitriol, the violence. But these things also compel me to cling more steadfastly than ever to my faith and to my people. More than anything, they remind me of the grave importance of speaking openly, proudly, and, publicly about my history and heritage.
Elie Wiesel famously said: “I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides." It’s a beautiful idea — the logic of which, I think, shouldn’t be relegated to life’s darker moments. As a people, we have a responsibility to break our silence about all aspects of our faith, including (and especially) the light-filled moments in between the darker ones — the hopeful celebrations, the set table, the rugelach, the matzo balls, the laughter.
That’s exactly what I hope to do here. To take sides with goodness, with joy, with light, with color, with creativity. To share the beauty of our religion, to revel in the very best of it, to celebrate its exquisite colors and tastes and textures. And, in turn, to encourage my sisters around the world to speak in a louder collective voice about their own Judaism — not just once or twice a year, but every day.
I hope you find something here that inspires you. And I hope you remember to pay it forward by sharing that newfound delight with someone else.
Because — I promise! — that’s the best part.