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Enjoying food is a form of resistance
I’ve always loved food. Gratefully, I never missed a meal growing up. My family is equally passionate about food; we’d plan our days around meals, talk about what’s for dinner before we even had breakfast, and geek out over the delicious pastries my dad frequently brought home after work. I think, at least partly, that it’s a cultural thing;…
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Be Real. Kvetch More.
Sometimes I wonder if I complain too much, or if I’m too negative. There’s definitely a fair amount of kvetching (complaining) in the Jewish world. We worry. We’re on edge. I think it’s probably embedded in us after centuries of persecution. It’s all over our comedy. It’s even in the Torah; the Hebrews complained that things weren’t as…
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Am I too much?
I learned I was too much when the boy I had a crush on in 7th grade said I was “too emotional” and flushed my love letters down the toilet. I learned I was too much when exes called me crazy and punished me for crying or said that maybe they didn’t actually want to be with a…
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Learning to love my Jewish nose
My nose was my biggest physical insecurity growing up. I thought it was too big for my face and I didn’t like its curves. I would look in the mirror, examining my profile and trying to convince myself that it wasn’t so bad. Even up until recently, I would try to only have pictures taken straight on or from…
