Some of you may have noticed that in the cleaving of this blog from Jmerica, the plural narrative voice became singular. This could mean that I’ve got my multiple personality disorder under control, or just that writing “we” when there’s only lil’ ol’ me sitting on my tuchus has given me a bigger ass than I deserve.

Either way, you got yer very own yenta here. I’ll answer your questions honestly. I’ll do my best to bring you Jewishy news you can use. With pink hair dye, the Zohar and the six brain cells that didn’t come out my uterus, I hope to redefine the image of the Jewish mother.

Just as soon as I figure out this fancy new blogging program.