I’ll be the first to admit it: I gave up. After nearly two weeks of 90 degree days with 95 percent humidity in New York, I had enough of the uncontrollable frizz atop my head. So I decided to say goodbye to my stereotypically Jewish lady hair this...

When my son Yonatan was about 2, we began instructing him in the fine art of acquiring a bagel. We helped him learn that you have to wait in line, patiently, and not cut in front of other people. When it’s your turn, you have to ask for the kind of...