Every year they come, and it seems we will never be able to escape: the Hanukkah music video parodies. How can we escape them once and for all?
An American Jew senses that the symphony of time, which reverberates throughout history, is resonating particularly strongly this holiday season in France.
I worked hard, eschewed fun, focused my soul on my book... and got a publishing nightmare. And the sense that maybe, sometimes, the present transcends the future.
Sometimes, distance only makes the heart grow more pained.
Somehow, we learn that modesty is about externals. About hemlines. About shame. About sex. Yet is it?
We're supposed to light up the darkness during Chanukah. But what does that even mean, really?
I've heard tell of supermarkets on the road where not even the orange juice and bottled water is kosher, where the tiny Ks and Us and Hebrew letters we search for in our secret codes are absent, where even the potato chips and white-bread loaves are baked with lard.
I had just gotten back to the states from Yeshiva in Israel, and didn’t know what to do with myself.
It doesn't matter what continent you live on. The entire World is bleeding.
