Last Sunday, my wife, our daughter and I hitched our bikes to our car, drove toward downtown and parked just across from MacArthur Park, otherwise known as Langer’s Deli adjacent.
When medical marijuana became legal in the state of California, I went out and got some. I say this not because I am cool, or like to get stoned — I’m not, and I don’t.
Two years ago, before our very eyes, a liberation movement of great courage and hope began to unfold halfway around the world. Blood ran like water in the streets of distant capitals, and still people fought, flesh against tanks, citizens against infantry, poets against police.
Many, many years ago I sat down at my computer and decided to write a fictional story about what would happen if “Never Again!” became “Again.”
It’s time for us to act for Syria. It’s been one year since the start of the Syrian revolution, and the organized Jewish community is still sitting on its collective thumbs, acting as if the turmoil is not its issue, and in any case, we can do nothing. It is, and we can.
If you can’t hold two opposing ideas in your mind at the same time, Jewish life is not for you.
Religion should take election years off. As soon as the presidential campaigns get under way, religion should just go to Cancun and wait them out. Otherwise, inevitably, it gets used.
Tuesday, Feb. 21, marked the 10-year anniversary of the day we learned that Wall Street Journal reporter Daniel Pearl had been murdered by terrorists in Pakistan.
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