on change and on parenting values

by marjorieingall on March 20, 2019

I’m ambivalent about the departure of my longtime East Village neighbors, the Hells Angels. I’ve been on the block for 18 years (chai!); they’ve been here for around 60 (the history is in the link). Here are two pics of my actual building — the Angels’ building is across the street — back in the day. It was abandoned sometime in the ’70s or ’80s and became a squat, then the roof started collapsing, then it was sold by the city to a 21-year-old baby proto-developer for a dollar, then the wee Master of the Universe-to-be gradually fixed it up (when we arrived, everything in the back of the building, including the chimney, was painted a hideous seafoam green, because he apparently got a deal on boat paint), and when we moved in it was an interesting mix of artists and creative people and now it is…less so.

I’m not sure when either of these pics are from. (Do you?) I do not own them, found ’em online, and will take ’em down if asked. 


Let’s see. In other news, I raged professionally, like everyone else, about Operation Varsity Blues. Not to brag or anything, but I am proud that cheating is not one of my many, many vices. And I did not raise cheaters. I truly believe everything I wrote in my book about raising kids to be independent, ethical, mensch-y people. THAT IS YOUR JOB AS A PARENT. And if you have a certain amount of privilege, as I do, part of good childrearing is opting out of the crazy-people competitive child-rearing race. My kids went to the diverse, progressive little public school down the block (and to bring this full circle, the original principal just told me on FB that at the beginning of the school’s life — it opened in 1991 — the Angels donated $50 for books every year!) and then to a diverse, non-fancy, progressive, non-testing-oriented middle and high school. These schools have served them really well. My kids aren’t assholes. And they are both curious and clueful about the world.

It feels apt, at this time when we’re pondering widespread system-gaming (of a system that’s already designed to privilege the privileged!), for me to quote social reformer and activist Caroline Pratt (1867-1954), upon whose philosophy my girls’ elementary school was based: 

I had dreamed of a child world in which railroads and city streets, farms and factories, the stuff of which the real world is made could be brought down to children’s scale so that they might grasp it. I had envisioned a community of children who could in their own way, through the child activity, which we misguidedly call play, reproduce this world and its functioning. Such a community of little individuals, equals in size and strength and understanding as adults are equals in their own adult communities would learn not only physical truths about the world, but social truths as well, the all-important truths of people with many individual differences who must live and work with each other.


In honor of National Women’s Day, here is a comic I made when I was around 13, about a character in Jewish folklore. Then I grew up and majored in Folklore & Mythology and drinking male tears. 

For Tablet this week, I wrote about “sensitivity readers” (terrible name, honestly) and how they’ve become misguided shorthand for OMG CEEEEEENSORSHIIIIIIP IN YOUNG ADULT LITERATUUUUURE. Do I deny that people call other people names on social media? I DO NOT! Do I think we’re giving entirely too much focus to a phenomenon affecting only a handful of books, which distracts us from larger problems in publishing, such as, uh, the paucity of writers getting to tell their own communities’ stories? I DO! Feel free to let me know what you think, though I will ignore you if you’re unpleasant.

And: Not all heroes wear capes. Here’s a profile I did for our indispensable East Village NYC blog E.V.Grieve of a friendly neighborhood copy shop man…with a MYSTERIOUS PAST. 

In non-me news, my friend Fawn Fitter wrote a fascinating piece in the NYT about her plans to donate her corpse to The Body Farm, a criminal justice program. And since I haven’t posted since the Oscars, please let me recommend a children’s book: Ruth and the Green Book, by Calvin Alexander Ramsey, illustrated by Floyd Cooper. It’s about a little girl’s family road trip in the Jim Crow era. It’s completely age-appropriate, scary and realistic but in a way children can handle. The happy ending feels earned — it’s feel-good but in a way supported by history. I read it a couple of years ago and learned a lot, and it suddenly seems more relevant than ever.  Ruth is the main character in her own story. 


Happy 30th birthday, Heather Has Two Mommies!

by marjorieingall on February 12, 2019

Long time no post. To make up for it, here’s a piece about the 3oth anniversary of Heather Has Two Mommies (I KNOW, RIGHT??) and its prolific author Lesléa Newman’s latest book, a lovely ode to immigration. (Spoiler alert: Newman is for it.) Please enjoy an illustration from the 1989 version of Heather and one from the current version. 


Further byline roundup: I wrote about a sort of consciousness-raising group for tween and teen boys, aimed at helping them embrace masculinity in an affirming, enlightened, n0n-bullying, non-rapey, non-toxic-in-general way. I found myself disagreeing with some of the ideas and methods, but was hugely impressed with its thoughtfulness…and as someone who identifies as female, I value the notion of men figuring out what works for men.  

I also wrote about a lousy apology for antisemitism (nope, not Ilhar Oman‘s) and about children’s books to read for Tu B’Shevat (“the New Year for the trees,” aka the Jewish version of Earth Day)

And as ever, we have loads of thrilling and dismaying new apology analysis (a racist crossword puzzle! more racism, from Cindy McCain! bad behavior in DC — shocking, we’re sure — and Brooklyn! and hold the phone, a plethora of ACTUALLY GOOD apologies!) over at SorryWatch. We also appeared on NPR, talking to WNYC’s Amy Walter about the art of the political apology.


Happy New Year!

by marjorieingall on January 3, 2019

I just got back from a trip to the UK to speak at the Limmud Festival in Birmingham. Have I ever seen 2500 Jews in one place before? I do not believe so! My own talks went well, and I attended some presentations by other people that were incredible. My three faves (though I enjoyed a panoply) looked at the Sephardic influence on Flamenco, the way the Talmud addresses sexual consent in marriage, and whether or not Virginia Woolf was antisemitic. The three presenters responsible — Leilah Brukhim, a Flamenco dancer who came to Limmud from Madrid; Rahel Berkovits, a lecturer at the Pardes Institute of Jewish Studies in Jerusalem; and Aviva Dautch, a poet, instructor in English Literature at the British Library, and lecturer at the University of London — BLEW MY TINY MIND. So good, so inspiring, so charismatic, all three. I also got to hang with my fam and some wonderful friends in London, and I got to go to the Jane Austen House and Museum in Hampshire (picturesque!) and the Museum of English Rural Life in Reading (possessor of an awesome Twitter!) and both were a delight.

Here is the Jane Austen House cat, Marmite. She bites. 

Enough about travel. What have I been writing of late?

First up: You may have heard that the principal of LaGuardia High School (aka “the Fame school!”) tried to ban swastikas from the school’s production of The Sound of Music. I wrote about how this is a common practice. 

I also visited a fun museum show in Philadelphia about cartoonist/inventor Rube Goldberg

And I wrote about good Christmas books for cranky, FOMO-experiencing Jewish children.

And naturally, I followed that up with a piece about the inherent suckage of New Year’s Eve, from the perspective a cranky, FOMO-experiencing Jewish adult. (That would be me.)

May your 2019 be full of joy, comfort, learning, justice, and kindness.




how marvelous…

by marjorieingall on December 9, 2018

…to appear in the WASPiest publication known to humanity! Here I am opining about midcentury Jewishness, feminism, and the upending of Jewish Mother and Jewish American Princess stereotypes in The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel


happy belated hanukkah shopping

by marjorieingall on December 4, 2018

Oops, I forgot to share the The Best Jewish Children’s and Young Adult Books of 2018! Shop quickly?

Behold, a very shallow dive into Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s love for scrunchies! 

In other news, I just got back from the UK, where I was doing book-related events for PJ Library. Fun but exhausting.

Since my brain isn’t really working yet, let’s discuss the movies I watched on the plane!  [click to continue…]


Books, talk, and DRAAAAMA in a good way (at last)

by marjorieingall on November 13, 2018

For the New York Times Book Review this past weekend, I reviewed four wild fantasy novels. Make that three wild fantasy novels and one dystopia about climate change that feels not fantastic at all at this particular juncture. 

I also did a piece for Elle on how to explain antisemitism to children. 

For Tablet, I reviewed Maira Kalman’s lovely new illustrated book for grownups, Sara Berman’s Closet, based on the museum exhibit she curated with her son Alex. The exhibit is currently traveling the country, but the book stands independently as its own marvelous thing. I also discussed how Jewish parents can explain to kids what happened at the Tree of Life synagogue, and I wrote about a booklist from the Association of Jewish Libraries, spotlighting books for kids of all ages that depict Jews and non-Jews helping each other. 

Would you like to cheer up? I know I would! Let’s all come together to enjoy R. Eric Thomas reveling in the fashion stylings of actor Ezra Miller, whom I have loved since he played a troubled teen on television’s scenic Hamptons medical drama “Royal Pains.” 

Another week, another opportunity for Crimes of Grindelwald star and witchy greyhound Ezra Miller to slay a red carpet with a lewk. Last week, Miller, whose whole aura is like if Liza Minnelli hosted Blue’s Clues, showed up at the Paris premiere of his new film in a Moncler by Pierpaolo Piccioli ensemble that was giving Little Edie from Grey Gardens meets Missy Elliott from “The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly).”


Thank you for being a helper, R. Eric Thomas



by marjorieingall on October 31, 2018

Sorry I’ve been quiet.

My last feature for Tablet was on HIAS’s National Refugee Shabbat…the event that triggered the Pittsburgh shooter. HIAS does wonderful work (I’ve written about them other times, too) and if you can see your way clear to supporting their wonderful work for refugees and asylum-seekers, please do. I also did a piece on the arguable silencing of a left-leaning organization at the annual General Assembly of Jewish Federations of North America. (The organization in question is T’ruah: The Rabbinic Call for Human Rights, which hey, happens to be another nonprofit I like to write about, and while we’re on the subject, I’m also a big fan of Keshet, which advocates for Jewish LGBTQ inclusion, and of the Jewish Women’s Archive, which collects and promotes Jewish women’s stories throughout history, SHOULD YOU BE LOOKING TO SPREAD THE WEALTH IN THESE DIFFICULT TIMES.) 

Speaking of Pittsburgh, I loved this reminiscence about growing up in the Squirrel Hill neighborhood, by African-American Stanford Law professor G. Marcus Cole, and this tribute to Dr. Jerry Rabinowitz, one of the victims of the shooting. Both are beautiful. 


all the stuff

by marjorieingall on September 18, 2018

Look, it’s turn-of-the-century swimming champ Rose Pitonof,  aka “The Coney Island Mermaid”! Star of tobacco trading cards and Steeplechase Pier!

On the eve of Yom Kippur, is it okay to ask for an apology? And if so, how?

It was great to see Betty White at the Emmys last night, yeah? Coincidentally, here’s a look at the woman who defeated her in the very first Best Actress Emmy competition. (Betty is still awesome, to be clear.) Gertrude Berg was a comedian, a writer, a showrunner, an activist and (ho-hum) a Best Actress Tony winner, yet today, most people don’t know who she was. This is a shondeh. 

If there are small people or Brooklyn boosters in your life, check out A Moon for Moe and Mo, a honey-sweet and gorgeously illustrated children’s book, partly set in the iconic Sahadi’s grocery.

It’s the 30th anniversary of
Crossing Delancey, the engrossing, melancholy comedy about a pretentious indie bookstore employee caught between the Lower East Side she comes from and the literary Upper West Side she wants to conquer. The Lower East Side that the film portrays as a near-relic is now a full relic. Seeing the old neighborhood and reflecting on how different it looks now is simultaneously wonderful and heartbreaking. (A little bit like watching Betty White at the Emmys.) Amy Irving is gorgeous and prickly — she doesn’t try too hard to woo us, the audience — Peter Reigert undersells his pickle-seller’s charms, and Jeroen Krabbé’s arty novelist on the make is despicable and hilarious.

An explosion of apology-related activity over at SorryWatch!  There’s a good apology from a magazine embroiled in a plagiarism scandal; and bad apologies from children’s tv show characters, the makers of a gross designer sweatshirt, and politicians and Hollywood executives (duh — SorryWatch’s bread and butter). Check it out.

This Lithub essay about working on a Jack in the Box ad campaign aimed explicitly at stoners while simultaneously writing a memoir about queerness is surprisingly affecting. And really well-constructed.

Here’s some helpful advice on how to improve your iPhone photos.

Finally, until Sept 21 you can get a free e-copy of Charlie Jane Anders’s Nebula-Award winning novel All the Birds in the Sky, but only if you are American or Canadian, sorry.

G’mar tov to my fellow Yehudim.


Roundup time!

by marjorieingall on August 24, 2018


* College visiting and associated angsting.

* Did you know that you can buy a 1959 children’s book by the founder of the American Nazi Party on Amazon? You can! I reviewed it. (Spoiler alert: The author does not Jews or African-Americans!)

* A book of fabulous celebrity portraits made of detritus! My fave is Jerry Seinfeld made of cereal. I understood that reference (even though I didn’t watch Seinfeld, don’t @ me).

* 17 fun facts about the Bowery, from a book that scores higher than 17 in historical fascinating-ness. 

* A tribute to wonderful children’s non-fiction book author Russell Freedman, and a review of his wonderful final book. 

* Aaaaaaand I hate writing blech reviews. This board book is so well-meaning, and so bad

* This piece in today’s NYT does a great job illustrating why high-stakes standardized tests are so bad. It’s not just that they have too much power; it’s that the questions are often semi-coherent. Look, the woman who WROTE THE BOOK on grammar AND a Harvard-educated lawyer (someone who, y’know, understands precise language) both got a question wrong. My 10th grade English teacher ordered me on FB to answer the question (before I’d read the article) and I always do whatever she tells me, and I answered D, saying it was OBVIOUSLY WRONG because it assumed knowledge that wasn’t given, but hey, guess what, the right answer was D, and I only got it right because I was so sure I was wrong. 

* Speaking of wrong, we have made three (3) trips to Economy Candy in the last three (3) weeks to buy Elite Popping Milk Chocolate Bars. They are SO FREAKING GOOD and joyful to ingest. I am not a compensated spokesmodel. Just a fan. 



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