Laura Ben-David “Acco,” 2018
The el-Jazzar Mosque, also known as the White Mosque, overlooks the Mediterranean Sea. Its impressive silhouette is one of the most familiar in Acco’s beautiful cityscape. “Acco” is part of the international exhibition “Passage to Israel.” passagetoIsrael.org
Rahm Emanuel’s recent speech at Tel Aviv University proves that the IHRA definition does not silence Israel’s critics.
I’m taking that phrase back – The river and the sea . . .
Criticizing their political party would mean betraying the identity that has defined most American Jews since the days of FDR.
Our constant battle is teetering from low to high, high to low, and back to high again.
A Jewish Angeleno looks back several decades and wonders whether the golden age of LA Jewry is behind us.
Throughout Israel’s history, in moments of crisis and uncertainty, the Jewish Diaspora has stood alongside the country through Israel Bonds.
For me, and probably every other Iraqi Jew, kitchri is the quintessential meal of the Nine Days.
Jewish Mexican chef Pati Jinich brings her multicultural perspective to every recipe she creates, blending the traditions, ingredients and stories that have shaped her cooking.
Whether you’re planning a backyard barbecue, a casual weeknight dinner or a Shabbat meal on the patio, the possibilities are endless.
A Jewish Angeleno looks back several decades and wonders whether the golden age of LA Jewry is behind us.
When England took a 1-0 lead early in the second half, I felt a sense of cosmic justice. Sixty years is a long time. Argentina won it the last time. Maybe it was England’s turn.
The Beatles’ manager’s life makes “a wonderfully inspiring and terribly sad story.”
Restaurants, gift shops, hotels and car rental companies have all been hit hard by the ongoing war. The blow to the economy is evident almost everywhere you go.
Do you want to convince Jews, and the world, that Zionism is a cause worth supporting? Explain what “Zionism” is, and perhaps it will turn out that the world is actually on our side.
In this moment of rising antisemitism, I’ve noticed that the way I remember, and retell, my own childhood has changed too.
Miniature, polite gestures of memorialization serve neither as insurance against future catastrophes nor as tributes to the victims. So should we stop to acknowledge them?
