To the approximately 30 percent of American Jews who supported, voted for and have celebrated Donald Trump’s win; and to the approximately 75 percent of my fellow Iranian-American Jews who are part of the 30 percent:
I must be the only person in the world who works so hard at doing nothing all day.
My freethinking French grandmother, having raised herself during the first world war while her parents were away serving the nation, believed wholeheartedly in the value of financial and professional independence for a woman.
There’s a bird native to New Zealand called the kereru, a larger than usual pigeon with a green-and-purple head, neck and wings, and a healthy-size white breast, that gets high on its own fumes.
On my mother’s vanity table, all smooth mahogany and beveled mirrors, the pancake powder smelled like ball gowns and midnight music.
The director of the Mars Project. The first female space tourist. The first woman honored with the Fields Medal (the highest honor in mathematics).
I don’t know what it was like for the others, but, for me, Chanukah as a holiday has been a complete revelation.
You forget, you know, that there are other ways to live.
Before she started to fight mullahs, Shirin Ebadi, the Iranian human rights lawyer of Nobel fame, spent a good deal of time advocating for them.
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