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  • Is It All Hopeless?

    By Tamara Shayne Kagel

    January 21, 2012 | 2:03 am

    My boyfriend and I had a fight tonight.  Not a terrible one but bad enough that I’m back at my apartment alone and intermittently crying.  I’m not entirely sure what happened or why but we were sort of off all night.  Then, things were said and now looking back, perhaps I was...

  • Opening the Gates

    October 1, 2008 | 11:53 pm

    Jacob Artson, 16, gave the following speech last May at a conference in Los Angeles titled "Opening the Gates: Building Inclusive Congregations and Communities for Jews with Special Needs," where he shared the keynote address with his father, Rabbi Bradley Artson, dean of the Ziegler...
  • Elegy for a Dream

    By Gina Nahai

    September 8, 2007 | 8:00 pm

    I came to America 30 years ago last month. I arrived in Los Angeles the night Elvis died. I was 16 years old, fresh out of a Swiss boarding school, about to start my first year of college. This was two years before the Islamic Revolution, yet I had left Iran willingly and without...
  • The Painful Holidays

    By Michele Herenstein

    October 6, 2005 | 8:00 pm

    A feeling of trepidation takes hold of my heart. The Jewish holidays are upon us again, and as a 30-something single in a family of all married siblings, I'm feeling anxiety and pain.should be excited, as I get to spend two days with my parents, brothers, sisters-in-law and their...

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  • Comedy Is Not Pretty

    By Naomi Pfefferman

    November 9, 2000 | 7:00 pm

    Mark Schiff's friends looked at him funny after reading an early version of his play, "The Comic." "It ends with a murder-suicide," the comedian concedes. "But it's funny."

    The play revisits the years when Schiff spent 30 weeks a year on the road, playing Tuesday-night crowds with...

  • Too Much Too Soon

    By Teresa Strasser

    September 28, 2000 | 8:00 pm

    Once you spill your guts, they're a little hard to mop up.

    Take it from me. I've been cornering men I hardly know and talking their ears off. I must be stopped. This month alone, I've had three lengthy conversations late into the night with three virtual strangers. I don't have...

  • Strangers No More

    By Marlene Adler Marks

    September 24, 1998 | 8:00 pm

    Each Yom Kippur, a vestigial loneliness creeps over me. I achingly feel that my parents and family are back East; that my cousins live in Japan; that some of my dearest are dead. On this day, dispersion and alienation seeps in, and I cling to my community like fog to the shore. And...
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