My Little Brother — and yours
I was 23 years old, living in New York City when I was matched with my first Little Brother, Jeremy. He was 11.
I was 23 years old, living in New York City when I was matched with my first Little Brother, Jeremy. He was 11.
You know what annoys me? The term “Jewish values.” It’s one of those lazy expressions that buys you instant moral credibility.
In the weeks before Chanukah, with anticipation of the holiday brightly filling my mind, the darkening news of rising anti-Semitism in the United States began to filter in.
Renowned sociologist Steven M. Cohen recently furnished research showing that the American non-Orthodox population is sharply declining.




