Howard Feldman

We might be good at weddings. We might even be world-class at Barmitzvahs. And if there's a kumzitz anywhere within a 50km radius, we'll somehow find ourselves singing in harmony around a guitar.

I have no recollection of where I was when I first heard the word “peptide”. Nor do I know where I'll be when I finally understand exactly what one is. What I do know is that, according to my Instagram feed, peptides appear to be the answer to almost everything.

I ve started to worry that living a long life is becoming a full-time job. As someone who has recently burrowed deep into the rabbit hole of longevity, I am fast reaching the conclusion that getting older is honestly not what it used to be.

Around a week before I got married, my father decided it was time for an intervention. Not the “Sit down, son, let's talk about your obsession with Holocaust literature” kind. More the practical kind. In his mind, he would have failed as a father if he hadn't taught me how to change a tyre before I became someone's husband.

There are two types of people in the world. Those who delete a document, unopened, when they realise it was sent to them by mistake. And those who open it first, before deleting it. I know which group I belong to. I also know which group I tell people I do.

I'd like to make a request on behalf of the Jewish people. Could someone else please take over for a week?

It was never going to snow in Johannesburg. I knew this because nothing kills the possibility of snow quite like half the city staring out the window waiting for it to fall.

I sometimes wonder how my wife and I make it through the day. Given how little confidence our adult children have in us, it’s a wonder we manage to dress ourselves in the morning. And close to an open miracle that, despite our clear lack of basic decision-making skills, we lead fully functional lives and have even reached moderate levels of success. With our youngest now engaged and soon to leave the family […]

I am convinced that the number of leftover-related deaths among the over-65s is dangerously underreported. I have no evidence for this. I haven't conducted research and I don't have access to secret hospital records. I just know people over 65. There seems to come a point in life when the fear of wasting food becomes greater than the fear of death.

Before we got married, sometime in the 1990s, we were required to attend a marriage-preparation programme. The idea was to encourage young couples to communicate about areas of potential conflict: money, parents-in-law, sex, careers, religion, and so on.