A mother and son share their story of unconditional love
Facing serious illness, Alice Eve Cohen welcomes a ghost into her life in her new memoir, ‘The Year My Mother Came Back’
TV’s most popular judge always reminded me of my mom. Last year, the two ‘no-nonsense broads’ met in person and hit it off.
After my mother died, I made Passover just the way she did—until, drawing inspiration from Purim, I made my own tradition
‘The Big Bang Theory’ marks the end of an era. But Asian-American mothers may pick up where Jewish mothers left off.
My mother and I used to be at each other’s throats; now everything is different
How Jewish moms might have put their kids on the path to greatness—perhaps unintentionally
‘The Jewish Daughter Diaries’ paints an often-predictable portrait of Jewish moms. My own family’s history is more complicated.
Behind the voodoo of TV’s witchy-est show, schlock therapy that could come back to haunt you
My husband and I wanted kids. We just didn’t want them now. But the longer we delayed, the more we risked missing our chance.
When I converted to Judaism, I found the ‘Jewish mother’ I never had—a woman who resembled my own mom in surprising ways
My son, conceived with donated sperm, is Jewish—no matter what rabbis say
Plus Knesset crack-up, Weiner won’t play ball at debate, and more
When did the Queen of England, star of the Olympic opening ceremony, become a Jewish grandmother?
Simple guidelines for making moms neurotic, from Marge Simpson’s favorite magazine, Fretful Mother
The nebbish is the bumbling caricature of a Jewish male, embodied by figures like Woody Allen and George Costanza. Where did he come from?
Follow-up documentary explores complex mother-daughter relationship
How poetry helped one scholar understand his mother
Mark Strand, the former poet laureate and a Pulitzer Prize winner, has given up poetry and turned to making art. He talks about his work, Jewish mothers, absence, and Israel.
This year Mother’s Day falls on the eve of Israel’s Memorial Day. For one motherless daughter, the coincidence brings up comparisons she can’t ignore.
This coming Sunday marks Mother’s Day. Instead of flowers or treats, a writer offers up some decidedly unconventional prayer.
My mother pretended we weren’t Jewish when we moved to the South—but couldn’t resist kvelling over my book about it