Protect Your Head
Every few years, we Angelenos are reminded that this is Earthquake Country. Then, before the last FEMA check is cashed, we forget.
Every few years, we Angelenos are reminded that this is Earthquake Country. Then, before the last FEMA check is cashed, we forget.
Either the apocalypse is coming, or I\’ve been living in Los Angeles too long. Last night, I woke up from the most vivid dream, the kind that feels like it lasted all night, the kind of dream that feels like a journey through every emotion.
You have three goals for your Sunday: wash your car, wash your clothes, wash yourself.
When Diane Arieff turned in her cover story on the best-selling \”Kosher Sex,\” I smiled with unquestioned approval. After all, opening doors and windows for Jews of all persuasions — observant as well as secular — seemed healthy and desirable.
\”Two Jews, Three Opinions\” (Berkeley, $24.95) is the kind of book you assume has been around for centuries, if only because the concept has.
A curious thing happened in the pages of The Jewish Journal the week of Nov. 20.
I couldn\’t stop looking at Monica Lewinsky last weekend. Her videotaped deposition played in our house nonstop.
It is strange to be alone with Billy Crystal. He\’s still funny, insightful, charming — but the venue is all wrong.
One of the most common complaints against television journalism is that it has deteriorated into entertainment.
My name is Sarah — actually, it used to be Sarah, but that was before I went to Israel and experienced the best summer of my life. A summer that changed me forever.




