Tracy-Ann Oberman


Tracy-Ann Oberman
Registered: 8 January 2009


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My Purim film, starring Madonna and Bar Refaeli

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, March 21, 2014

In the desire to fill my column with positive Jews’ stories (in the face of so many miserable ones) I see that Purim rated very favourably in the secular awareness count this year.


Secret of a full-house synagogue

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, February 21, 2014

I recently went back to the theatre to see a show not once, but twice. Yes, I loved it that much.

A British theatre company called Punch Drunk has created a spectacular piece of theatre that originally opened in a disused building near Paddington Station for a few months and has now extended its booking period into a year. How have they achieved what other companies can only dream about?


Reading, writhing, arguing...

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, January 23, 2014

I’m one of the guests on A Good Read this week. It’s one of BBC Radio 4’s longest-running programmes. Two guests join the presenter to discuss their favourite book. It’s a great show as the reviews are conflictingly honest and it usually ends with a bit of argy-bargy when one participant forcefully justifies their choice of book to the others.


The season of love and rejoicing

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, January 17, 2014

So every woman and her dog are going to be writing about Christmas and the like this week.

I promised myself that I would not fall into this trap. I'd offer up something ribald and mirthful on a completely different topic. Such as house plants. Or the halachic meaning of forgetting to complete one's tax return.


The miracle of Chanucah is that, now, everyone knows about it

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, November 29, 2013

It’s Chanukah again, folks. And, yes, that’s the way we spell it in our household. The chanukiot have a temporary home by the pond in Hampstead Heath, alongside Golders Green Station, and pride of place on our mantelpiece. My daughter is bleating for doughnuts, gelt and every Moxie doll she sees on television.


Go for it, Paula, you go, girl

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, November 1, 2013

It’s the time of year when the batmitzvah invitations start arriving. We have received four, propped up on the mantelpiece looking pretty in an array of matching black, white and fuschia. I love a batmitzvah when a “daughter of commandment” is now responsible for her decisions and actions in life .


The real recipe for a sweet New Year

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, September 4, 2013

I’m back from filming in Lisbon, Manchester and the Cotswolds while also managing to party in Spain and Venice with family and friends.

It’s been a truly great summer, with too much alcohol and late nights in the bag. So it feels fitting that the time has come to return to Good Old Blighty and face a spot of redemptive praying on the Days Of Awe.


A gorgeous baby — canine hora

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, July 3, 2013

Call the florists, send the chocolates, maybe knit a small jumper. Mazal tovs are in order this week because Maison Oberman has a new little addition to its numbers. And he is gorgeous. He has his father's black soulful eyes, his mothers thick luxurious hair and a cute teddy-bear button nose like his sister.


Children damaged by image

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, May 28, 2013

There are certain news moments that never leave you. They get under the skin and worm right through to the core. I don't think many of us have ever come back from seeing those images of the plane going into the second tower and the ensuing horror of 9/11.


Love and lost sleep in Geneva

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, April 29, 2013

Sometimes, inspiration comes in the least likely places. I've just finished a crazy, round-the-world, film-work trip that saw me, in the space of 10 days, pass through three time zones and four countries. The sun rose and set over Spain, London, New York, Vancouver, Toronto and Geneva. Geneva, the last place on earth I expected to find enlightenment and yet it came to pass.


Pyramids and Nanny McPhee

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, March 29, 2013

Pesach again. My, but it comes round quickly. I’ve just done the Passover story at my little daughter’s school. She (aka “Princess O”) goes to a secular school and every year I try to find a different way of telling the pupils the tale of Moses, Pharaoh, the Ten Plagues and the Exodus from Egypt.


From the Gorgeous to the glam

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, March 5, 2013

I have been in Los Angeles this week at the rock face of the entertainment industry having meetings, talking projects but mainly throwing myself on the grenade of endeavour by attending nearly every Oscars party going.


When is a joke not a joke?

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, January 29, 2013

I have just returned from New York. It was quite a trip. I managed to "medicate" Mr O to the point where he could shop for seven straight hours without moaning. At least not out loud. Mind you, he didn't have much to moan about. This trip was all about Art and Jews.


Get ready, it’s time to talk Turkey

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, December 23, 2012

So Chanucah is over. The candles — shamash and all — have burnt down for the final time. The doughnuts have been consumed. The dreidels are packed away and the last of the wrapping paper has been consigned to the recycling bin. Now what?

Well, now, the Christmas season is upon us and the perennial dilemma starts. What should Jews do at Christmas? It is a minefield.


Maureen, mothers and me

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, November 20, 2012

This week's column is going to be about mums. But, before I get pinned to the wall of a bakery in Temple Fortune again, allow me to emphasise that it is NOT about Jewish mums. No.