Unlike many Israelis who immigrated to the United States with dreams of making it big, Miri Shepher never wanted to leave her beloved homeland.
Thank you for presenting a fascinating theoretical debate on calling Israel the “Jewish state.”\n
When I woke my nearly 97-year-old mother at noon one day recently, she was delighted with my presence. Leaning in closely so she could see me, despite her macular degeneration, and hear me, despite her near-deafness, we talked about sweet nothings.
Every Jewish community wants more Raymonde Fiols among its active retirees. The question is whether those communities are prepared to meet the needs she and hundreds of thousands of \”younger seniors\” and older ones will have in the near future.
In my new capacity as the son of an Alzheimer\’s victim, I have many questions. Some of them are Jewish questions. One kept me up for hours the other night, leading me to my bookshelf at 3 a.m., combing through volumes to see what insights I might glean. What happens to the soul during Alzheimer\’s?
The 2000 election had come down to literally hundreds of votes, and if I could convince my grandparents and their friends that Obama is the best choice, it might really affect the outcome.
It is already ugly out on the campaign trail, and reporters in the field are feeling the heat of the rising anger of a Republican base on the ropes.
A painful situation for the primary caregiver occurs when another close relative does little or nothing to help, but they are adored and praised by the senior anyway.
After his wife died, the worker still came but less often, until global economic pressure forced the JDC to scale back operations for the \”least needy\” in the former Soviet Union. Six months ago, Zheleznyak began having to fend for himself.
\”Eve is the soul of the Food Pantry. She just knows that people cannot be hungry and we need to do whatever is necessary,\” said Joy Grau, a member of St. Michael & All Angels Episcopal Church in Studio City and a 15-year volunteer.
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