Karen Kaplan

Only G‑d knows everything that goes on in a person’s mind and life, while we humans see merely a snapshot.

The floor was covered with rusty tools and toilet parts, and all I had to show for it was a now empty bag of cookies.

After the vaccine, I was again afraid and anxious, this time about going out.

In one heartbeat, I lost my husband, my best friend, my partner and my career.

The ability to send invisible, silent signals through the air, to pass them through a mechanical device and transform them into soundl—now that’s what I call a miracle!

When I think of strudel, I also see much in common with the ultimate in sweetness and perfection, our holy Torah. Yes, strudel and Torah. How is that possible, you ask? Let me explain.

The pandemic continues to rage. Yes, we are surviving, and that is good. But if you’re like me, you want to do more than survive. You want to thrive.

I'm a Jew who happens to be named Karen, not a Karen who happens to be a Jew. And if there's one thing a Jew is not supposed to be, it's a person who fits the negative stereotype of a "Karen". That's about as un-Jewish as you can get.

Novelty has given way to boredom. Excitement to anxiety. It’s become the staycation that never ends. How can I feel joy during this Festival of Lights when I’m home alone again?

8 delicious, humorous, and insightful tips just waiting to be sampled and internalized.