I have been reading a fascinating book, \”The Jewish State: The Struggle for Israel\’s Soul,\”\”that has set me to thinking about Jewish identity — both in Israel and in the United States.
Nothing much happened in Los Angeles last week to mark it as a special week in Jewish history. Ditto for Chicago and Sacramento, Calif.
Who would have thought that living next to the prime minister\’s house would be such a good move for a single Jewish woman?
My mother died July 9,1999. I remember coming home that Friday afternoon from picking up Shabbat flowers.
It figures, inasmuch as nobody really knows what happens to people when they die, that a slew of goofy theories would spring up to fill the void.
When Ofra Haza, the 41-year-old Israeli Yemenite singer, succumbed to complications of AIDS in February, she died under a heavy cloud of silence.
After eight years, I\’m leaving The Jewish Journal.
Until Buford O. Furrow, Jr. opened fire on the North Valley Jewish Community Center (NVJCC) in Granada Hills last August, the fight for sensible gun laws was something most of us left to our elected representatives.
According to myth, Jews don\’t drink. This is false.
According to the \”Big Book\” of Alcoholics Anonymous, alcohol is cunning, baffling and powerful. This is true. Otherwise, why would my father choose to move in 1991 to Portland, Oregon, to live alone with his Dalmatian and begin drinking after 18 years of sobriety?
The cover story, \”The Final Taboo,\” in this issue caused a certain amount of soul searching in our offices this week. Not that we questioned the piece or the reporting itself. Everyone had only praise for Religion Editor Julie Gruenbaum Fax, and the research and writing that went into her story. First rate.\nWe were definitely going to run it. The question was: Should we place it on our cover?
