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September 22, 2010

L.A. donors play role in Israeli settlement

The city of Ariel is home to 19,000 Israelis, a university center of 12,000 students and a growing industrial park with 27 factories employing thousands of workers. The city’s backers describe Ariel as beautiful, diverse, peaceful. One repeat American visitor said, “It’s like driving into some San Diego suburb.”

A rabbi’s tale of anguish and hope

Some books inspire and instruct, some tell a compelling tale, and some open a window into the innermost workings of the author’s heart and soul. Over the years, I have read and reviewed a great many books that have captured one or another of these qualities. Only rarely, however, have I encountered a book that embodies all three.

Panel on politics from the pulpit

As election season nears, the Reform movement is helping its rabbis navigate the fraught landscape of politics and the pulpit.

Joyce Brandman: Ensuring a legacy of giving

Aside from a small silk flower arrangement on the coffee table, everything in Joyce Brandman’s office belonged to her husband. The high-gloss oversized desk flanked by angular, low-slung black leather chairs. The African masks, the stuffed bulldog that bares its teeth when you pull its chain. The painting of a diner in Walnut Ridge, Ark., where Saul Brandman was stationed during his years in the military.

Claremont’s first muslim faculty member knows power of interfaith dialogue

Last June, the scholar Najeeba Syeed-Miller was the only Muslim member of a Los Angeles Board of Rabbis interfaith delegation to Israel. For her, the most remarkable moment of the trip occurred at the Jerusalem hotel where they stayed, when one morning, an Arab Muslim man on the hotel’s cleaning staff opened the door to her room.

Funding the wrong programs

Los Angeles is a wonderful city. As a native, I have a love for the climate, the landscape, the diversity of peoples — all of which make for a dynamic and interesting place to live and raise a family.

Saying Kaddish

After services the other day, I asked a fellow mourner how much longer he had to say Kaddish. “Wednesday,” he replied, with a smile a mile wide. He then called out to another mourner, asking him the same question and was told “Friday.” The two of them shared a moment of unabashed glee. For each of them, freedom was but a week away. I stood beside them, jealousy running through my veins like a prisoner who has longer to serve, and walked away, my head down.\n

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