What will Chelsea do?
This weekend Chelsea Clinton gave birth to a baby girl. I was so ecstatic when I heard the news this morning because growing up, Chelsea was a girl I always felt like I was… Continue reading
This weekend Chelsea Clinton gave birth to a baby girl. I was so ecstatic when I heard the news this morning because growing up, Chelsea was a girl I always felt like I was… Continue reading
Independence, obedience, hard work, imagination. Which values are most important to you to pass down to your child (or hypothetical offspring)? PBS took data from the World Values Survey (conducted between 2010-2014) and… Continue reading
Hey guys, I need to apologize for not updating this blog for a very long time. A lot has changed in the life of the latke and I. Biggest change is that we… Continue reading
What’s my religion? First I’ll need to provide some background. My father was raised Orthodox Jewish. In college he rebelled and converted to Christianity. He chose a particular blend of Jewish-Christian called Messianic. My… Continue reading
I’d like to think that I am a moral human-being. I know that sounds simple-minded and I’m very very very far from perfect, but I try at least to be an ethical consumer.… Continue reading
“Made in Bangladesh”. That’s what was stitched onto the back of a $25 adult snowsuit I bought last week at Modell’s. I buy clothes made in Bangladesh all the time – seems like… Continue reading
This morning as my mom was getting dressed to go to Durga Puja I overheard her apologetically say to her friend, “I wore this sari to my niece’s wedding.” Her friend, who was… Continue reading
Before I could propose to [D] I’d have to get her mother’s permission and blessing. She made it clear to me this was a required part of the process and I was happy… Continue reading
“Ninety-four percent of married Hindus are married to other Hindus” according to a recent statistic from the Pew Research Center. This contrasts with personal experience with my Hindu-American friends, many of whom have… Continue reading