It\’s another bright sunny day in Encino, but Deborah Gordon manages to almost outshine the sun. In her hot pink and purple ensemble — from ankle-length skirt to long-sleeved blouse topped by a fuchsia hat — this rebbetzin wasn\’t kidding when she said she was all about colors.
What is it that allowed this family to stay whole and renew the life in themselves when fate, or God, or a violent man, dealt them unimaginable grief? In this season of renewal and introspection, of fate and faith, what can others facing obstacles of any degree learn from this family\’s remarkable ability to transcend the unthinkable?
Is \”living by your wits\” the same thing as \”witty\”?
Having now completed my unsuccessful world tour of bars, parties and weddings, I\’m looking for new ways to meet new men.
Everyone\’s favorite Laker girl, American Idol\’s Paul Abdul, talks about being Jewish
Shortly after Janet Halbert completed treatment for breast cancer in 2005, a friend was diagnosed with the disease. The friend asked Halbert if she had any tips for easing the chemotherapy experience. \”I told her I had some products and some ideas and things that might be helpful,\” Halbert said.
Miracles in the Holy Land aren\’t only of a spiritual nature. Israel also boasts a long list of spas with amazing healing properties. Here\’s a look at some appealing and pampering clinics.
\”I kiss 400 people everyday,\” says Irene Dreayer, executive producer of Disney Channel\’s \”The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.\” \”From day one, I hugged and kissed everybody, and it allowed everyone on the show to become family. That\’s the Jewish producer in me; family is everything.\”
Michele Prince had an epiphany while sitting at a conference table nine years ago. At the time she was an account manager at a prestigious Westside advertising agency with a health insurance company as a client.
The other day at the gym, the teacher sent us to the wall for a set of standing push-ups.
\”Place your hands on the wall at breast level,\” she instructed.
I placed my hands on the wall at breast level. I saw that my hands were headed for the Gulf of Mexico.
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