Meant2Be: We outlawed the term ‘in-law’
For as long as I can remember, relatives, friends and acquaintances of mine have spoken disparagingly of their in-laws.
For as long as I can remember, relatives, friends and acquaintances of mine have spoken disparagingly of their in-laws.
Following the dissolution of an almost 25-year marriage, I found myself in very unfamiliar territory: the singles world.
“Who is rich? One who appreciates what he has.”
(Ethics of the Fathers, 4:1)
My daddy was raised in a Jewish delicatessen during the Depression, where rich food made his family wealthy and unhealthy.
Jessica and I realized from the start that ours was not a match made in romantic partner heaven.
I joined JSwipe, the Jewish dating app, in July 2014 after spending a year living in my parents’ house and being frustrated with my inability to meet single Jewish men in the west San Fernando Valley.
As a college freshman in Washington, D.C., I met a 22-year-old recent graduate. Let’s call her Molly.
My husband and I have seen a good part of six decades, but the truth is, when we’re alone and aren’t forced to compare the gravity in our faces and the slouch of our bodies with anyone else’s, we’re eternally young.
I had just finished my delicious pulled pork sandwich at the bar when I saw him talking to a group of people. He was my comedian friend’s roommate, and his name was Danny Lobell.
At age 60, I’d given up hope that I would ever find my bashert, or even sleep with anyone again, as I was so set in my ways.




