These are twenty-four autobiographical story-essays, witty, vulnerable, and wise, about growing up part of a puzzled and unassimilated Orthodox Jewish family in a Michigan small-town in the 1930s and ’40s and about the wider world of marriage, children, teaching and writing after that rich beginning.
Feeling alternately like Mother Goose and the wicked witch, Moskowitz hangs on to her vision just long enough to give us a lesson in the sweetness, and pain of this life.
—San Francisco Chronicle
This small gem of a memoir is so deftly faceted that, though it is made up of separate vignettes, one soon perceives a pattern.
—Washington Post Book World
A lyrical drama of Americanization.
—Los Angeles Times
A rare book…that I want to go out immediately and purchase for my family and friends…an achingly painful and funny collection of essays about growing up female and Jewish.
A lovely book, beautifully written, the kind that makes you want to grab your friends, say Hey, listen to this, and start reading aloud.