Clearing stuff out.

Despite all my threats — and despite some nostalgia-induced wishful thinking — I have not gone into crazed cleaning-obsessively-for-Passover mode. Not that there hasn’t been a ridiculous amount of cleaning because ohmygod it starts tonight there has....

FAQ-ing it up, one question at a time.

In which I answer a fairly impressive variety of questions about At The Kitchen Table With Havi & Selma while simultaneously modeling the art of “meeting objections without trying to convince anyone of anything” while trying to practice brevity,...

There’s time.

Five in the morning, again. There was a period of oh, at least five years, when every New Year’s Day found me at five in the morning sitting at a certain table in the corner of a certain bar in Tel Aviv. Two of those years I’d spent New Year’s Eve...
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