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Join us for the 2022 Eat Well Challenge!

Starting Jan. 3, I’m going to lead readers on a four-week Eat Well Challenge in special Monday editions of this newsletter. We’ll be exploring why restrictive diets don’t work, offering advice for coping with cravings, and sharing the latest science on how to retrain our brains and reshape our daily eating habits so we feel great every day.

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A sister’s knitting mystery, solved

Jillian Kay Segal had a Harvard M.B.A. and was a married mother of three who started rabbinical school in her 50s. When she died from cancer in 2019, she left behind a hole in the hearts of all who knew her — as well as a mystery in her knitting bag. Her sister, Alison Leigh Cowan, found the unfinished knitting project and set out to find out what it was, learning to knit and grieve along the way.

I stuffed the mysterious mess back in the knitting bag with other unfinished projects and tried to learn how to knit and purl myself, attempting with every stitch to be a little bit more like my missing sister, even though the effort hurt. Every click of the needles reminded me of her, conjuring anew all the things she had said and made to warm us and wrap us in beauty: a chuppah for my daughter’s wedding, a tallit bag for our father, afghans for the kids.

Read the full story from The Forward:
My sister was a master knitter. When she died, I picked up her needles — literally.