I know it\’s getting really boring to talk ad infinitum about our dysfunctional families. But trust me, pilgrims — when it came to the Passover seder at the Shindler homestead in the Bronx, dysfunction didn\’t even begin to describe the chaos and torments of Gehenna that afflicted my small nuclear family.
Rarely has Jewish talent and Jewish themes received as much recognition as at the last Academy Awards of this century.
For promoters and lovers of Jewish books, now is the season of our deep content.
On a cold winter day in 1974, 13-year-old Tony Goldwyn stared, shocked, as his father said Kaddish over his grandfather\’s grave.
I have been reading two books lately, sort of shifting from one to the other — a bad habit, I know, but it has been with me too long to correct at this point.
A 1998 article about Chicago collector Stephen Durschslag\’s haggadah collection set the number of different haggadot on his shelves at 4,500, increasing almost daily.
When Joan Nathan serves gefilte fish for Passover, she puts a carrot in the fish head.
For her, the reason is simple: That\’s the way her mother-in-law always did it.
The idea for Rochelle Majer Krich\’s new mystery, \”Blood Money,\” goes back to the day she discovered some startling photographs in her parents\’ china closet.
Something has happened to \”Cabaret\” on its way to the Wilshire Theatre in Los Angeles.
