Passover begins this Saturday, and now, bottle upon bottle of the Jewish version of fine wine (also known a Kosher Sweet Concord Grape Wine) are flooding stores promising to add an unquestionable delight to the celebration.It’s true, as a people we are not really known for our consumption of alcohol. We tend to gravitate more toward food items: a tender brisket, an unbeatable chopped liver, homemade kugel, and, of course, the famous cure-all chicken soup. Yes, name the place and the occasion and we will be there. We will chug mouthfuls in the blink of an eye and come back for more.Still, holidays are created to forge exceptions, and Passover, one of the most festive and culinarily charged celebrations, paves the way in placing alcohol on the same pedestal of food.Wine is introduced in an all-inclusive …Read on

My nephew David became an official Jew last week. That’s a nice way of saying he got his penis snipped. Most Jewish men will tell you it is a very proud moment: in fact, they will go as far to say it is the most important moment for the Jewish male. Of course, I think they say this because they can’t remember a thing of their own snipping and they need desperately believe in this to counteract the panic they feel surging in their groin as the preparation for the brit takes place. The Brit Milah, which in Hebrew literally translations to “covenant of circumcision” is also referred to as a ‘bris milah’ or simply the Yiddish, “bris.” It is the religious ceremony that welcomes infant Jewish boys into a covenant between God and all Jews …Read on

The other night my son’s malaise conveniently coincided with apparent late-breaking news. As I stumbled from my middle-of-the-night daze (awoken by my child’s hoarse plea for help) and began going through The Mother’s Autopilot Setting of dispensing Tylenol, getting cold water, checking the forehead and slurring a word or two of comfort to my feverish and cranky five-year old, I realized something was amiss.I lay with my son, cuddled and crunched in his Lightning McQueen bed, trying to lull him back to sleep when I realized there was another very loud noise I was not accustomed to hearing at 2 o’clock in the morning. It was a persistent buzz, like a mosquito that zeros in on your left eardrum and won’t give in no matter how many futile swats you give. Only this was a very, very …Read on