It was Stephanie Levi’s first time with her two sons enjoying an early dinner at the new after-school kosher kitchen in Pico-Robertson. She plans on coming back for more.
Howard Witkin sleeps only about three hours each night. He has a wife and four children, runs a life insurance company, is the lead organizer of the Los Angeles Community Eruv and has spent the last 14 months battling cancer.
For the second time in two months, the Orthodox Jewish community in Los Angeles has successfully pressured a major billboard company to take down what some considered offensive advertising.
The Los Angeles Museum of the Holocaust (LAMOTH) announced Aug. 30 that it now offers a comprehensive Spanish-language audio guide covering 15 hours of historical material on display in America’s oldest Holocaust museum.
Every other morning, Army Capt. Nathan Brooks wakes up between 4 and 4:30 a.m. to go for a three-mile run before the intense heat of the Afghan desert sets in.
In addition to his vast experience as a psychiatrist and psychoanalyst treating survivors of childhood and adult trauma, Dr. Stephen Marmer is known by many of his patients as someone who has a positive view of the role religion can play in one’s psyche and happiness.
Jonathan Gordon didn’t grow up particularly observant. Until his bar mitzvah, he attended High Holy Days services with his parents, but once he turned 13 he stopped going — he felt unengaged.
The eastward expansion of Pico-Robertson’s Orthodox community hit a new milestone recently with the Aug. 24 opening of LINK East, a satellite branch of LINK, the Los Angeles Intercommunity Kollel.
For Julien Bohbot, honey prices are no small matter. The Moroccan-born owner of Pico-Robertson’s kosher Delice Bakery says he uses about 150 pounds of honey for Rosh Hashanah sales — almost all of it in honey cake. In fact, about 90 percent of the honey he uses throughout the year is for the Jewish New Year.
The trek to Chabad of Downtown Los Angeles was not exactly my normal pre-Shabbat routine. Living in Pico-Robertson, the most noticeable sound I hear on the streets and sidewalks as Friday night approaches isn’t typically car engines — it’s silence.
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