Life’s a Mixed Bag
Who shall live? Who shall die? And what do weleave each other? Here are three whose lives touched mine, gone thisyear. Their names are part of my Yizkor prayers.
Who shall live? Who shall die? And what do weleave each other? Here are three whose lives touched mine, gone thisyear. Their names are part of my Yizkor prayers.
Every few years, I fall in love with Judaism fromanother perspective, one that fills me with an urgency I can\’t keepto myself.
How close can two people of disparate religiouspractices become? On Shabbat, who knows?
It\’s been 20 years since I last saw my cousin Mel. If weever had a personal conversation, I don\’t recall it. We keep in touchvia our parents, rumor substituting for facts in our extended familylife. Mel\’s father, Ben, died a few years ago; I never even sent himcondolences.
In the aftermath of thedeaths of Princess Diana and Mother Teresa, every woman I know hasparticipated in some version of \”The Goddess or the Saint.\” We\’vetaken sides, debated our husbands and boyfriends, our mothers, ourfriends. At Torah study last Saturday, we weighed the two women interms of a moral dilemma: The princess or the nun, the glamour or thegrit. Our choice of icons defines our lives.\n\n
I was smitten the first second I saw him — the astro physicist who broke my heart.
Linda Deutsch and Theo Wilson liveda cross the street from each other for most of the past 21 years. They were trial reporters who met in the Charles Manson courtroom, competitors and best friends. On Jan. 17, Wilson called Deutsch four times while anxiously awaiting the limo that was to take her from her Hollywood Hills home to a CBS interview — the official start ofpromotion for her new book, \”Headline Justice,\” which had taken her 10 years to complete.
True story. Last week at the Westside Pavilion, just\noutside Nordstrom, six women, dressed in the garb of\nIslam, were standing by the mall\’s ATM. Four wore\ncolorful scarves, exposing the face and a bit of hair; two\nwere completely in black, with only small slits, 1 inch by\n4 inches, revealing huge, dark eyes. From a distance, the\nhuman form disguised, they looked like a gathering of\nwrens.
I see that it\’s time for the media to replay the perennial horror story known as The Dying Jew.
Where does a parent — a Jewish mother — begin a frank consideration of her daughter\’s sexuality?