The Nineteen Boxes
My mother died July 9,1999. I remember coming home that Friday afternoon from picking up Shabbat flowers.
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.
Signing a framework for a peace agreement with the Palestinians by the end of May will help Israel to reshape the strategic equation in the Middle East, according to Israel\’s deputy defense minister, Ephraim Sneh, who briefed 250 delegates and guests at the recent Labor Zionist Alliance biennial convention.
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?
On green grass, overlooking the lush trees of Kibbutz Yakum just outside Netanya, young Israelis and Palestinians are dancing together.
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?
Pity the children. Rabbi Simeon Bar Yochai declared \”Throw yourself into a blazing furnace rather than shame a neighbor in public.\”




