Ever since I wrote about, and subsequently went to see, the Maurice Sendak exhibit at the Contemporary Jewish Museum, I’ve fallen in like with everything about that place.  I like the architecture, I like that it has cheap tickets ($5) every Thursday after 5pm, I like that it’s across the

I don’t like Christmas.  There, I said it.  To some, that may be the disdainful equivalent of hating puppies or ice cream, but the thing is, I wasn’t one of those Jewish kids raised to simply refrain from the celebration, I was raised to be suspicious of it.  While some

I’m still wiping the makeup off my face as we speak to hopefully get ready for the Indie Mart and not look like a hot mess. If you’re not into super amazing parties on Sundays that include fantastic bloody marys to edge off of your hungover state, today is another