Shira Dicker

Adam and his sister, Emma Goldman, at the Brandenburg Gate

Berlin’s Underemployed, Well-Educated Expat Hipsters Lend City a Gritty Verve

Four hours before my flight to Berlin is scheduled to depart from JFK International Airport, I stand at the check-out counter of Zabar’s, attempting to lift three overstuffed shopping bags. They contain $150 worth of coffee, babka, bagels, rugelach, hard salami, chocolate and smoked salmon — all Zabar’s own house brand — plus Melinda’s hot sauce and some aged Kilkenny Irish cheddar cheese.

Struggling To Afford Day School: The STEPPY Syndrome

The call came at 9 p.m. on a recent school night, caller ID informing me that it originated from SAR High School in the Riverdale section of the Bronx, where my youngest child is a freshman.

My Birth-dad on My Birthday

Shira Dicker was adopted as an infant, and spent decades fantasizing about her phantom birth father, whom she met for the first time at age 48. On the eve of her 49th birthday, Dicker ponders whether or not her birth father would acknowledge her birthday — and the implications of such an acknowledgement.

Summer Camp Alumni Gather To Commemorate Founder

On a recent Thursday evening in Manhattan, a multigenerational gathering of more than 300 people shared a sentiment in short supply these days: hopefulness.The alumni of Camp Massad had come together on the occasion of the 30th-day commemoration, or shloshim, of the death of camp founder Shlomo Shulsinger Shear Yashuv. The feeling was inspired