Anti-Semitic Attack at Jewish Nursing Home

A Jewish nursing home in the Bronx was targeted on Saturday by a truly deranged individual. Under the pretense of needing a bathroom, this lunatic was allowed access to the home. Once inside, he entered a room and tried to rob the 84-year-old resident, screaming anti-Semitic slurs and hitting him with a fire extinguisher! When he didn’t receive any money from the obviously bewildered and frightened victim, he proceeded to trash the room while smoking drugs.

Police have no idea if the victim was targeted specifically or caught up in a random attack. Either way, it’s extremely troubling! The elderly are one of the most vulnerable communities and deserve special care. I think anyone who would beat a senior citizen and try to rob them deserves the harshest sentence allowed by law because they are clearly a threat to the public.

Blame is being put on the security guard who let him in, but I don’t think that’s entirely fair. Many residents in nursing homes sit alone, day after day, with no company at all. Visitors are encouraged and while security is obviously important, we don’t want to put up unnecessary barriers. It’s hard to predict this type of event, when the average mind could never, ever conceive of such hatred and violence.

Very sad situation!

Hope for Marian: A Mother’s Hanukkah Wish for Her Sick Child

The following guest post may be difficult to read, but it is also honest, poignant, and above all, a brave account of one mother’s struggle to save her terminally ill daughter. This beautiful little girl, Marian, needs our help! If you can, please contribute to her fund, and if you’re not financially able, you can still help by spreading the word and praying for her and her family.

Hanukkah, perhaps more than any other Jewish holiday, is the favorite holiday of children. As a Jewish American, it holds a special place in my memory. During my childhood, I could not wait to open a new gift each night! My mother would lay them out by the fireplace, and I’d shake and inspect each one before carefully making my selection, trying to foresee what would unfold.

Now that I am a mother of two small girls, I am reminded often of my childhood and relationship with my own mom. During this holiday season, instead of focusing on gifts and fun, I’m concerned with whether my younger daughter, Marian, who in most ways is a healthy and active two-year-old, will live or die.

In February, we received the news that Marian’s enlarged spleen and developmental delays were early warning signs of Niemann-Pick Type C. This disease is fatal with no cure. It causes neurodegeneration and progressive suffering. Without a cure, Marian will lose her ability to swallow, speak, move, and learn. As I sit and watch her laughing, playing and cuddling her big sister, it is difficult to imagine that this will truly be her fate. We know that without a cure, she will be lucky to live past ten-years-old, and whatever time she has left will be filled with crushing disabilities.

The immediate days after we received the news we terrible. We were in shock, devastated, and heartbroken. We had only recently learned recessive genetic conditions like these even exist—a whole category of “lysosomal storage disorders” affecting children and adults, all fatal and only a tiny amount with effective treatments.

Three things drove us forward in those early days, (1) a NPC parent telling us that we can do nothing or we can fight. We chose to fight for her life; (2) a NPC specialist telling us the disease is at a turning point of hope; and (3) the words my great aunt Elsie, a Holocaust survivor, said many times, and repeated over and over by my mom, “It should not get worse.”

And so, out of our devastation, came a ray of hope. We began traveling back and forth from Los Angeles to Chicago to receive an experimental treatment that is effective in slowing the disease progression. After two months, Marian went from not being able to stand independently to walking. After three months, we were able to transition her treatments to Los Angeles. After six months, her language comprehension increased.

Friends and family rallied around us in a way I never could have anticipated. We began raising money to help find a cure and we took the plunge in opening our lives and sharing our deepest pain and need. We are sharing our story for many reasons—to help others learn about NPC, to create awareness, and to accelerate research. All of these things will to help save Marian’s life and others with NPC.

As I sit and watch my two girls, sitting side by side, who love each other so much, I am filled with hope. In spite of the constant fear simmering beneath the surface, our hearts are filled with gratitude and love. Even with the pain and devastation that has come, I still hope that Marian and all children with NPC will have a brighter future.

This year, as we light the menorah and commemorate the miracle that took place so many centuries ago, I will remember that miracles still happen. I can’t shake and inspect what will unfold in Marian’s future, but we are grateful for each good day that she has and are urgently fighting for more.

Marian’s family has established a nonprofit to raise funds for lifesaving research. To learn more about NPC or to support this cause, please visit

Super Savings Saturday – 12/2/17

Welcome to another edition of Super Savings Saturday.

The week after Black Friday tends to be terrible for deals. Even though I have tons of store rewards ready and waiting, there’s nothing to spend them on! I ended up making only a single coupon purchase.

Rite Aid:

1 CeraVe cleanser, sale price $7.99. I used a $5.00 manufacturer’s coupon. Total: $2.99 plus $2.00 Plenti Points.


Other than that, we were fully stocked on supplies/groceries and ate completely from the freezer and pantry. (So much left from Thanksgiving shopping/baking/gifts.) Nothing too exciting around here…


Have you found any deals lately?

Why is Kirstie Alley Defending Matt Lauer’s Abuse?

Taking a page straight out of “Harvey Weinstein Apologist” Donna Karan’s despicable book, Kirstie Alley is defending Matt Lauer and denouncing the alleged victims of his abuse.

Given her outspoken history of how Hollywood viciously body shamed her and denied her parts as she aged and gained weight, this is even more surprising! But it gets better: In the ’80’s, she also claimed to have been sexually harassed and pressured into compromising positions.

So where is the compassion for others who’ve dealt with the same nightmare? No where to be found in this heartless Tweet: “What the hell is happening? We now live in a country where people lose their jobs when accused of something without proof or trial or in some cases w anonymous accusers? Can’t confront your accuser? This is bull. And IT HURTS THE REAL VICTIMS of abuse. AND innocent people.”

Obviously, nobody should ever be falsely accused; we can all agree on that. But I truly don’t think this is a scam or a shakedown for quick cash. As someone who literally grew up watching Matt and Katie on the Today show, this is really hard for me to accept, too. He seemed—key word here is “seemed”—like the nicest guy in the world (ring a bell, Bill Cosby?).

Over and over again, as these allegations break, multiple accounts start to go public, with very similar details in every case. Instead of asking why people stayed silent for so long, as if it’s a mystery, the terrible reactions should be clear. How many women and men—because there are many, many male victims, too!—are living in fear and silence, not only from the abuse, but the potential fallout of coming forward and confronting the abuser.

This is just not right. We need to believe victims. We need to help victims. Nobody can tell a victim what they would’ve done, or could’ve done, unless you’ve walked in those same shoes. Victims deserve sympathy and assistance—not blame, not shame, and definitely not disbelief. Shame on you, Kirstie!