Terrorized by my Bicycle for my 45th Birthday

By Lisa Niver Rajna
Published on November 16, 2012

McCartney attends Yom Kippur Services, Marries Next Day

Published on October 9, 2011

Ex-Beatle Paul McCartney reportedly spent the night before his wedding at Yom Kippur services.

Bush granddaughter wed in rite conducted by rabbi

Published on September 7, 2011

Lauren Bush, granddaughter of the first President Bush and niece of the second, was married in a ceremony presided over by an ordained rabbi.

Taking Matchmaking Up a Notch!

By Julia Bendis
Published on June 28, 2011

Israeli students protest yeshiva stipend

Published on November 2, 2010

Thousands of Israeli university students gathered in Jerusalem to protest a bill that would provide stipends to yeshiva students.

Married . . . at last!

By Mierel Verbit
Published on October 26, 2006

I got married for the first time at 50. The groom was 51. Yes, we are both Jewish. We met online.

Book review: The Divorce Lawyers’ Guide

Published on October 5, 2006

Author and former practicing attorney Wendy Jaffe has written an interesting and illuminating work called, "The Divorce Lawyers' Guide to Staying Married."

The Cost of Marriage

By Jonathan Udren
Published on December 8, 2005

I knew that the normal adjustments from bachelorhood were inevitable, such as putting down the toilet seat and washing linens more frequently than every six months. But I never imagined that marriage would force me to re-experience the entire immigration process.

Bebe and Me

By J. Keith van Straaten
Published on July 14, 2005

A lot of people my age feel pressure from their families to get married, but I think my not being married is the only thing keeping my grandmother alive. Bebe often tells me she just wants to live long enough to see my wedding. I'll say "I do" and then she'll immediately keel over. It's a lot to bear.

Bebe likes to pretend she's open-minded and doesn't care if I date non-Jewish women. I should point out that I am technically Jewish -- both my parents were born Jews. I never went to Hebrew school but we did celebrate Chanukah -- until the year we couldn't find the menorah. Then that was that: Bring on Christmas!

Change of Heart

By Seth Menachem
Published on May 5, 2005

It was only last October when I penned the column, "No Rush," for this paper, arguing against marriage.

He’s my ...

By Teresa Strasser
Published on April 7, 2005

The term "boyfriend" is like the knee joint on someone who is morbidly obese. It is being asked to do way more than it was designed to do. It is buckling under the pressure. Where it once could do the job, it is now carrying too much weight

The Haunted Divorce

By Adam Gilad
Published on February 19, 2004

Setting out onto the yellow brick road of singlehood at 40, I could already see it would be a haunted trail. Those of us, man or woman, who have been married a long time, who have birthed children together, dandled and diapered them together, those of us who thought we were building lifelong partnerships before we were betrayed or bored or desolate or dead inside, cannot help but be haunted.

Get Me to the Beach on Time

By Carin Davis
Published on February 12, 2004

At one time, destination weddings were reserved for celebrity vows, hushed elopements and civil ceremonies. Exotic locales meant no chuppah, no rabbi, and no kosher-wine toast. But today, Jewish couples can have their wedding cake and eat it, too. Brides and grooms are getting married on the sandy beaches of the Bahamas and under the neon lights of Sin City, where traditional religious ceremonies are being hitched to romantic getaway affairs.

I, Me, Not-Husband

By Adam Gilad
Published on January 8, 2004

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 the world.

Moreso, for the last 10 years, I've had chubby, laughing babies to return to, who then morphed into muscled cyclones, ready to hurl themselves onto my back the moment I walked through the door, then preteens, eager to sing me their triumphs, real and imaginary, at school.

At the end of the day, I knew where to go -- home.

Finished

By J.D. Smith
Published on January 1, 2004

It has been said that a man is not complete until he is married. Then, he is finished.

Well, I got married.

When last we visited these pages, I was on my way to the altar. My long-suffering girlfriend -- lets call her Alison, although I can't see why we should, when her name is and always was Amy -- agreed to the terms. She has since told me there was nothing in the ceremony about "obey," and you can only imagine how much I wish I had paid more attention before the rings were exchanged.

Friendly Match-Ups

By Lilla Zuckerman
Published on October 16, 2003

It was the perfect day for a wedding. As birds chirped, guests sniffled and the bride and groom exchanged vows, I sat in the back row and reflected on the wedding party, all dutifully standing at attention up front.

Damaged Goods

By Steve Greenberg
Published on September 11, 2003

Have you ever noticed how people who buy a newspaper from a coin-operated rack tend to ignore the top paper, and dig down for the second or third copy?

Romancing the Industry

By Tom Teicholz
Published on August 28, 2003

Los Angeles is often depicted as a hedonist's pleasure palace adorned with beauty and perfumed by sex.

A Ramah Union

By Matt Rosenbaum
Published on August 7, 2003

David Ross and Lauren Schmidt met for the first time in Los Angeles in May 2000. Or at least, the couple is pretty sure that was the first time.

Do the Jews Need Geraldo

By Joe Berkofsky
Published on May 29, 2003

Rivera, 59, the flamboyant TV reporter, recently announced to the Philadelphia Inquirer and The Washington Post that he is planning to marry TV producer Erica Levy, 29, in a Reform ceremony in New York this summer.

The Early Midlife Crisis

By J.D. Smith
Published on August 22, 2002

My 29-year-old cousin, "Barry," is having his first "midlife" crisis. By simple math, this would put his entire life span at a scant 58 years, well shy of the actuarial tables' prediction. His midlife crisis should be about 10 years hence. It's been a slow week over here at my place, so let's take a look at his misery, shall we?

Barry falls short of the $1 million he'd counted on having in the bank by, oh, about $1 million and change. He could live with that, but now his car lease is up and it looks like he'll be downsizing out of the go-go '90s-era "starter" Lexus into something more in line with his new budget -- something with really great mileage. His sense of entitlement is badly bruised by something called "reality." He checks his cholesterol. He wears sunscreen. He takes Viagra. He's a little old man.

Why I’m Still Single

By Tom Bunzel
Published on May 16, 2002

A friend of mine and I were sitting at Canter's having lunch when we were discussing my dating life -- or lack of it. Since he knows what a cool guy I am, he suggested that there was just one tactic to take -- to make up an ex-wife and a divorce so that I could avoid the stigma of having never been married. He went a step better -- he went for the widower concept, which I liked, and embellished with the death of my wife in a tragic car wreck. But here's the problem: It's not so much that I'm against lying on principle, it has its place. It's just that I suck at it.

Bundles of Joy

By J.D. Smith
Published on January 17, 2002

The stork has been awfully busy lately. It seems as though everyone I know is having a baby. A couple I haven't heard from in months sent a postcard with a picture of what I thought was a Sharpei puppy -- it turns out the little boy's name is Jesse. I didn't even know they were expecting.

A Belated Wedding Present

By Nancy Sokoler Steiner
Published on March 12, 1998

The ad caught our eye: an all-expense paid Shabbat weekend at the Brandeis-Bardin Institute for couples married withinthe past 18 months. I had been to Brandeis before, so I knew that, if nothing else, my husband, Neal, and I would experience a tranquil Shabbat in a beautiful setting.