The Candy Man Can
If you\’ve ever tried to split a Big Hunk candy bar — the kind made out of brittle white nougat and peanuts — then you understand a typical breakup.
If you\’ve ever tried to split a Big Hunk candy bar — the kind made out of brittle white nougat and peanuts — then you understand a typical breakup.
\”Sovereign Threads: A History of Palestinian Embroidery\”. \”Threads\” offered a different window into the region: a rare opportunity to view Palestinian embroidery, considered among the finest in the world, in what is perhaps the first show of its kind in Los Angeles.
Many Reform Jews express their connection with the divine through social action and tikkun olam, fixing God\’s world. While all of these are also part of my own life as a Jew, it is study that nourishes my rationalist-traditionalist soul and links me to another realm.
Dating is difficult enough without asking for a guarantee. Imagine my surprise when the last guy I went out with wanted just that.
\”Boynton Beach Club,\” opening Friday, seems an unexpected turn for filmmaker Susan Seidelman, best known as a chronicler of hip 1980s youth culture.
\”I realized that if you have the ability to help other people, you\’re in a pretty good place,\” says Debbie Tenzer. \”It\’s not always easy, because basically, we\’re selfish creatures, many of us struggling every day. We have to make a choice, and it starts by doing just one nice thing.\”
Why are there so many young, hip Jews writing fiction that irreverently pokes fun at their heritage?
A short time ago, in a galaxy all too familiar, a smart, adorable guy I\’d been chatting with for months faded — like one too many others — into oblivion. The red flags were raised from day one.
I thought I had struck social gossip gold when my friend Paula let slip a delicious bit of intelligence straight into my eager ears. But as it turns out, Benjamin Franklin was right: \’Two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead.\’
Rachel R. endured three years of humiliation while seeking a civil divorce from her physically abusive husband in Iran during the late 1980s. Rachel, who asked that The Journal not use her real name, is now 52 and living in Los Angeles. But her divorce nightmare continues more than 20 years later.\n