Jewish Journal

Adam Gilad

  • The Safe Unsafe

    May 20, 2004 | 8:00 pm

    You date. You go to dinners. The beach. A friend's showcase. You retell your charming story until you hate every polished detail.

    You laugh, you listen, you communicate varying measures of maturity and audacity. You venture forward as sincerely as caution allows and then one day,...

  • No Half Love!

    March 11, 2004 | 7:00 pm

    Will I fall in love again?

    After 17 years of marriage? At 42?

    Will I even recognize the feeling? How soon will I allow myself to feel that vulnerable? That trusting?

    Here's a shocker: I'm cynical. I tend to regard women who come into my life with the narrow-eyed acuity of a fact...

  • The Haunted Divorce

    February 19, 2004 | 7:00 pm

    She was beautiful. She was sweet, smart and reflective. She was a devoted mother of a little girl, clearly able to love and to carry on a bright, thoughtful conversation. We connected, and, in first moments made drunk by hope, we discovered a shared passion for the poet, Rumi, and...

  • The First Step

    January 22, 2004 | 7:00 pm

    First let's do the numbers: It's been about four days that I've been single. I was married at 23 and stayed that way for 17 years. I've just met a charming and articulate woman at a party and stumbled through an uncharming and inarticulate request for her phone number.

    And wonder of...

  • I, Me, Not-Husband

    January 8, 2004 | 7:00 pm

    I am completely frozen.

    I have just walked out of a pitch meeting in Santa Monica. Wilshire Boulevard is breezy and gorgeous. It

    is 4 p.m. I have been married for 17 years and now, it appears, I'm not. For the last 17 years I had a wife, a family, a home, a dock in the open sea of...

  • Strike Anxiety

    April 19, 2001 | 8:00 pm

    It's 3 a.m. and I'm awake. Again.

    Me: We could sell the house and move to Bali! Live in a hut on the beach for six months. I'll write. You and the boys can learn Balinese dance. It's spiritual and aerobic.

    Her: You could get a job.

    Me: Okay. We rent out the house. Buy four backpacks....

  • Number Our Days ... Slowly

    July 8, 1999 | 8:00 pm

    I used to play this math game in my head when I was a kid. I'd sit on the little grassy hillside overlooking the jungle gym and kickball games during recess and speculate about the year in which I would die.

    "Born in '61," I'd hum to myself, "and if I died when I'm 30 ..."--which...

  • If the Spaceship Comes

    September 3, 1998 | 8:00 pm

    I am in a cult.

    Not one with an Indian twist, nor a homegrown one full of fervid believers waiting for a modern-day Shabtai Tzvi to fly us all to a New Jerusalem. No, my cult is more like that of those UFO suicides in Rancho Santa Fe waiting for the spaceship to take them away to a...

  • A Jewish Guy

    May 21, 1998 | 8:00 pm

    When I moved to Los Angeles and we tried to set upa play date for our son, we got this odd reply, "Can't this week; I'mcrazed!"

    We called another mom and got, "I'm really crazeduntil May. Call me in two months!" Echoes upon echoes: "Oh, we'd loveto, but we're really crazed for the...

  • Where the Action Is

    January 29, 1998 | 7:00 pm

    These are threeexperiences that have made me most hate being Jewish:

    1. Living, in Jerusalem's Old City, among smugOrthodox holy-rollers, who are armored in their American-extractedmoney, their path cleared by the blood spilled by generations ofmostly secular Israelis, strutting...

  • Yamim Noraim

    September 25, 1997 | 8:00 pm

    "Yamim Noraim" -- it's usually translated as "Daysof Awe." But you wouldn't be wrong to translate it as "Awful Days." Iface them with dread.

    I have enlightened my holy days in big revivaltents in Woodstock, wondering if I liked the glib convenience of thecall for "at-one-ment." I...