My Challah Is a Prayer

Every Friday, when I knead the dough—I’m not just making bread. I’m praying. Every sifted flour, every drizzle of oil, every braid I form—those are my quiet words. Words of […]

Fiddler on the Opera House

Fiddler on the Roof almost didn’t make it from the page to the stage. The backers were leery. A musical with a sad ending? Isn’t it too Jewish? What will […]

Memories From Scratch: Grilled Arayes

My mother, Rachel, was a magician in the kitchen. She didn’t read recipes – she listened to the food. Every Friday, she shaped spiced meatballs with her hands and her […]