title: Where We Find Ourselves: Jewish Women around the World Write about Home (SUNY series in Modern Jewish Literature and Culture)
author: Miriam Ben-Yoseph
description: In this poignant collection of essays, excerpts and poetry, associate professor Ben-Yoseph and poet/editor Rosen deliver a multifaceted definition of home. With work from some 40 Jewish women from all corners of the globe, this volume conveys a broad range of experiences with vibrant clarity and a shared understanding that home is more than a physical place. In Viva Hammer's essay, "America," the Australian-born New York lawyer reveals that for her feeling at home depends on neighbors who sharing her beliefs and interests, regardless of any one person's birthplace; other contributors testify that the idea of home will always be embodied by their birthplaces or first abodes, regardless of current residence. Other essays tackle travel; on her dream trip to England, Romanian psychologist and social activist Maria Roth divulges her acute loneliness, relieved only by memories of family, comfort food and familiar locales. Though the authors share a common religion, each piece is clearly differentiated by geography, ancestry and tradition. Though sometimes cheerless, this thoughtful, humbling and undeniably spirited collection makes a comforting touchstone. <br />Copyright  Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  Table of Contents
  
  [Title Page](Vapn_9780307429698_epub_tp_r1.htm)
  
  Praise
  
  [There Are Jews in My House](Vapn_9780307429698_epub_c01_r1.htm)
  
  [Ovrashki’s Trains](Vapn_9780307429698_epub_c02_r1.htm)
  
  [Lydia’s Grove](Vapn_9780307429698_epub_c03_r1.htm)
  
  [A Question for Vera](Vapn_9780307429698_epub_c04_r1.htm)
  
  [Mistress](Vapn_9780307429698_epub_c05_r1.htm)
  
  [Love Lessons—Mondays, 9 A.M.](Vapn_9780307429698_epub_c06_r1.htm)
  
  About the Author
  
  Copyright Page
  
  
  
  
  
  There Are Jews in My House
  
  GALINA CARRIED in an aluminum pot of boiled potatoes, holding it by the
  handles with a kitchen towel. She put it on a wooden holder in the middle of a
  round table covered with a beige oilcloth. She opened the lid and, turning her
  face away from the steam, ladled coarse, unpeeled potatoes onto each of the
  four plates. The plates were beautiful: delicate, white, with a golden rim and
  little forget-me-nots in the center.
  
  For the past six weeks, they’d been eating in the living room, whe