I like to think I’m street-smart. Jerry, my husband, is gullible and naive. Whenever asked anything, Jerry never says no, unless it has something to do with me asking him to dress a certain way, then all bets are off. But when it comes to lending a shoulder to lean on, an ear to listen or providing help, Jerry is a softie. more

I realize that for the first time in a long time, I don’t know what I’m going to write about. Nothing funny happened this week; my husband Jerry didn’t do anything out of the ordinary (rare), he didn’t have any funny fasting stories, I wasn’t annoyed at anything, and I had an uneventful, relaxing weekend. more

The little white lie, definition: A minor, polite or harmless lie, fib. How many of us have told a little lie? White lies are usually excused because it doesn’t do any great harm, and most are used to avoid hurting someone’s feelings. We’ve all lied, and if you say you never have, you’re probably lying. more

Yesterday, for the third time since my mom, a”h, passed away, I was at her apartment with my siblings to continue the clean up and furniture removal. I was overwhelmed at the amount that was left. Let’s just say, my mom didn’t throw much out. more

My husband Jerry came home from minyan yesterday morning and said his friend Steve Kollander asked if he had any polo collared shirts that weren’t black. Jerry replied, “I also have blue.” more

Although I have so much to be grateful for, I feel a familiar itch coming on. With apologies to my readers, this week I’m going to vent. I’ve earned it. more

On June 22, my dear mom Ruth Feig, a”h, passed away peacefully in her home. While I am grateful that she lived to be 92-1/2, her passing has left a huge void in my life as well as the lives of my siblings and children. more

My grandparents really knew how to cook. It seems to me that everyone born in “the Old Country” (in this case, Transylvania) was born with built-in cooking intuition. Somehow they could create the most scrumptious meals using no fancy equipment, and not even measuring spoons. more

I don’t often ask my husband Jerry to shop for me. When I go shopping, I buy items that we actually need. Jerry, on the other hand, buys whatever is on sale, whether we need it or not. more

A few weeks ago, while driving my husband Jerry to the Valley Stream Station (after he managed to saunter and putter around, thereby missing the Woodmere train), I found myself stuck at a light at the intersection of Mill Road and Sunrise Highway. more