Farro ain’t mushy. It has a nutty bite to it and a crunch and it practically screams — if a superfood could scream — “I am super!”,
What did I want my family to do — ignore my birthday entirely? Not buy a cake and thus abandon family tradition? That’d feel even worse
As her body waned, her spirituality came through. But it was hard to watch her memory fail, to see Bubby struggling with the simplest tasks,
I look at the shimmering blue Danube and all I can see is blood. In my head, faraway screams, whimpering children, takkatakkatakkatakka — gunshots, and blood
Then came the Shabbos I spent with a warm Moroccan family, where I realized I was insulting the couple by not trying their unique cholent
