Marla Brown Fogelman

Why Couldn’t My Two Bubbies Love Each Other?

What happens when your two grandmothers live next door to each other and don’t get along? Marla Brown Fogelman can finally explain, now that she is a bubbe.

Learning to Love Christmas, Eggnog and All

Growing up in ‘less-than-Jewy’ Delaware, Marla Fogelman dreaded Christmas. Only as she became more observant did she begin to appreciate the holiday, eggnog and all.

Let's Do Coffee, Cousin Carrie

Author Marla Brown Fogelman has never met Carrie Fisher, who is her distant relative. Still, she has followed Fisher’s rollercoaster life, and is still rooting for her ‘cousin Carrie.’

Hero: Jerome ?Jack? Bluestein, one of the 550,000 Jews who served in the U.S. military in World War II, is part of the Veterans History Project, which is chronicling the stories of the former soldiers.

Sundays With 'Jack,' Bernie, Harvey and More

In advance of Memorial Day, a pacifist baby boomer discusses her work interviewing American Jewish veterans of World War II.

A photo of some of the Jews of Nicandro.

The Curious Case of the San Nicandro Converts

In a new book, “The Jews of San Nicandro,” John Davis sheds light on the little-known but highly curious tale of how a community of Italian Catholic peasants came to embrace Judaism during the rise of Fascism and the Second World War. Here, he answers a few questions on how and why he came to embrace this particularly unusual historical episode.

An Unlikely Decision: Eighty Italian peasants converted to Judaism in the wake of World War II.

Italian Hilltop Conversion

In a remote southern Italian town in the 1930s, a group of Catholics who had never before met any Jews began practicing their own idiosyncratic brand of Judaism. Helmed by a disabled and charismatic WWI veteran named Donato Manduzio, who fancied himself a prophet, the 80-odd impoverished peasants of San Nicandro converted en masse after the end of World War II, with the majority eventually emigrating to the newly founded state of Israel.

Tradition: A mime presents the bride with an umbrella during the ceremony.

A Wedding Gift for Mom

It?s five months before my 48-year-old, tree-hugging, hippie sister?s wedding, and my mother and I are in my girlhood bedroom in Wilmington, Del., talking about tradition, family and, most important, bridal wear.