I would like to offer a new spin on intermarriage. Some of us are choosing to marry non-Jews, not to escape our Jewishness but because it is our last chance to bear Jewish children and perpetuate a faith and people we love more than anything else.
I had hoped that it would be an \”empowering\”experience, going to the movies alone on New Year\’s Eve. And I really wanted it to be. But when I sat alone in a dark theater at midnight, sipping my Diet Coke and munchinggreasy popcorn, I didn\’t feel as Erica Jong as I had hoped.
As the American Jewish community celebrates the50th anniversary of Israel\’s independence, those of us who went overto fight as volunteers in the fledgling country\’s armed forces canlook back with special pride and remembrance.
I have never been a fan of group travel. Bernie and I like to headout for parts unknown, armed only with a guidebook and a rental car.
When I was warned by Israeli friends that the El Al experience would be unique, they never told me about being crushed between two Ivy League men on a midnight flight to Tel Aviv.
One day, a tall, youthful Stanford grad named Jeremy Cowan decidedthat it was time to chuck his career in computers and create the verything human society lacked most: a Jewish beer.
One of my favorite things to do is write children\’s songs. Over the years, I have written lots of innocuous little ditties for kids as a way of teaching them about Jewish holidays and rituals, ethics and values, and how to treat families and friends.
My little Long Island town had two shuls: ourConservative synagogue close to home and the one we called the\”other,\” across town. My parents never mentioned it by name. The shulwas Reform.
Last year, I experiencedsomething that made me feel more emotion than I can remember everhaving during the Ten Days of Awe, and, unfortunately, the feeling was that ofanger toward other Jews.
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