Since October 7, I’ve struggled to write about my insipid daily life as an aging woman navigating all the isms thrown my way. But I’ve real...

  My kids were in Miami Beach for a week with their wee ones.  Since I live in a one-bedroom apartment, there wasn’t enough room for everyon...

Roberto is a seventy-something Casanova type, straight out of central casting.  His copious head of hair belies his years, and the pomade he...

  Another weekend and another stupendous offer to set this old lady up. There’s a couple who live in my building. They married two years ago...

 The older I get, the deeper the dating pool available to me. It's so immersive that one can drown in it, either by diving headfirst int...

There are a few elderly Hungarian women in my building. A few of them still wear the fatalistic numbers seared into their flesh by insatiabl...

  Once upon a time in a world before Instagram, there lived a melancholy girl in pre-gentrified Brooklyn; a halcyon place where chains were ...

      As everyone knows by now, my descent to the promised land of Miami is never uneventful. I'm still the middle seat buffer between m...

  I’ve always hated rich people. Yeh, “Hate” is a strong word, but what I felt was more than envy or jealousy. I never possessed green eyes ...

Last night at around ten pm, I was driving home from my life-altering, weekly, Wednesday Torah Class and noticed something very unusual.  Mi...

His name was Chaim Dov Finkelstein.  We went to the same bungalow colony, when I was five and a half and he was five and I was madly and de...

I recently celebrated a birthday.   Yes, I say “celebrated” because previously it was more like lamented, ignored, cried, went postal o...

Yesterday was “Tu B’av”. In ancient Jewish Times, this was the night that women, wearing white, danced under the full moon (since there was...

As many of you might glean from my multitude of posts regarding the dating dance and the many extracurricular games that ensue past the fir...

I, recently, moved to the promised land where all old Jews go to marinate; Miami Beach. Unfortunately, I am nowhere near retirement, nor ea...