When my parents and I moved from Russia first to Israel, and then to the United States, our relatives said goodbye to us knowing there was a very ...
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I don't know about you, but I've been treating myself right this holiday season. French Toast, cinnamon rolls, ginger molasses cookies...you know ...
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serves six Nonstick vegetable spray 1/2 cup of whole wheat pastry flour 1 cup of all-purpose flour 1/2 teaspoon of baking powder 1/2 teasp...
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Elijah’s Deli welcomed me with open Jewish grandma arms the first time my parents dropped me off in San Diego to start college as a freshman. An...
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There's a lot to be said for knowing how and when to relax. Some people are too good at it, others, not good enough. Which are you? I know how ...
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We grew up in the shadow of Silicon Valley. Where being good at math and science was inherently better than being able to bang out a well-written ...
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Writing can at times, feel like a marathon. The final period reminiscent of a big inhale. Sometimes an exhale, depending on what you are writing. ...
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Ah, relief. I’ve said it before: despite my undying love for summer, often find it sort of overwhelming. There’s the self-imposed pressure �...
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I recently joked to a friend that if my content of the past 6 months were turned into a haiku (ignoring the whole 5-7-5 rule), it would go somethi...
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Serves four For the labneh: 1 container of full fat Greek yogurt 1 teaspoon of kosher salt For the basil oil: 1⁄3 cup of extra virgin o...
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I’ve noticed something interesting recently, about the way my generation thinks about the present and the future. Our everyday lives seem to def...
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I used to write a lot of poetry. I have notebooks filled with raw, young angst. In college, I went up on a stage, terrified, and read one of my po...