Lenore Skenazy
By Lenore Skenazy
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News Remember Bitter Herb?
About 30 years ago, when Illinois businessman David Brimm’s son was 2 years old, the family turned off the TV just before guests arrived for Passover dinner. Soon the Four Questions were being asked, and young master Brimm piped in with a fifth: “Why did you turn ‘The Smurfs’ off?” The family still asks that…
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News Are New York Jews More Jewish?
Oh, to use “appetizing” as a noun! Oh, to remember sunny summers spent splashing on the beach at Coney Island. Oh, to have a knish do for me what a madeleine did for Proust — unleash a torrent of memories, except instead of tortured and French, mine are warm and borough based. A violin fiddles…
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News Tu B’Shvat: The Paris Hilton of Jewish Holidays
“Tu B’Shvat?” Jenny Block repeats, entranced. The very mention of the holiday is swirling the rabbi’s daughter back to her youth. “For whatever reason, it was always a very sensory thing for me as a kid. I can still remember the sound of the lulav shaking, and the smell of the etrog and…” “Jenny!” I…
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News Credit Where Credit Is Jew
The movie credits were rolling, and so were my eyes. “See?” my mom was saying to me and my sister and to my dad, who was nodding distractedly as he tried to pick out the popcorn kernel from between his teeth. That “See?” referred to another one. Of us, that is. Jews. In the credits….
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News Get Down!
When Sara Schwimmer Marcus, founder of JewishWeddingNetwork.com, gives her brides a pep talk, it always includes this: “Hold on tight, enjoy the ride and try not to make that face.” By “that face,” she means try not to make the grimace that tells it like it is: “Help! Helllllllp! Get me down off this chair!”…
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News Hello Muddah, Internet Fodder
Think about your favorite camp memory. Maybe it was that time you learned how to weave plastic strings into a lanyard keychain! But I doubt it. More likely, it was that spontaneous skinny dip by moonlight. Or when you raided the cabin of your secret crush. Or, if you were luckier than I, that first…
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Life My Parents Want Me To Be an Actuary; I Want To Run a Casino
Dear Bintel Brief: I’m 18 and reside on Long Island. My parents want me to be an actuary. (I don’t even know what that is; I think it has to do with birds.) But I want to attend Tulane University, enroll in their Casino Management program. My mother (I love her dearly) hasn’t been to…
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Life Help! I’m Sick of Overparenting My Kids
Dear Bintel Brief: I want to be a Free-Range parent, I really do. I want to let my kids have the same kind of fun I had as a child. But I am so paranoid it is ridiculous. When I was in third, grade I used to walk a few blocks up the street to…
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