Lev Eisha is a modern-day Red Tent, except instead of gathering in a portable desert shelter, this women’s minyan congregates just miles from the beach in a West Los Angeles synagogue on the vast, summer-camp-like premises of Vista Del Mar.
Local philanthropist Jeanne Pritzker was swept up in a whirlwind of chaos on Mother’s Day, conducting interviews with major news outlets, answering questions from volunteers and waiting for the arrival of buses that, over the course of the day, would drop off more than 2,500 foster families to The Willows community school in Culver City.
For most people, the day started with a cosmic jolt.
But when a 3.8-magnitude earthquake hit the Los Angeles area shortly after 4 a.m. on May 3, around 20 members of the Muslim-Jewish fellowship called NewGround were already awake and preparing for a busy day — a marathon of prayer that would start at a beach and end on a rooftop.
I remember six years ago being in Tarifa — on the southernmost coast of Spain, a 30-minute ferry ride to Tangier, Morocco — and being tempted to cross continents.
On March 31, a Tuesday, it looked like a hurricane had swept through Shiloh’s Steakhouse, an abnormal scene for the otherwise-pristine, kosher fine-dining establishment on Pico Boulevard.
Rabbi Harry Roth will read this article aloud to his wife, Lillian, after it’s published.
Upon visiting the high-stakes backgammon competition March 8 at Sephardic Temple Tifereth Israel, witnesses were welcomed by the sound of dice on board, the cursing of bad luck and the occasional exclamation of “shesh besh!”
What does God require of you? Only to do justice, to love compassion and walk humbly with your God.
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