I remember six years ago being in Tarifa — on the southernmost coast of Spain, a 30-minute ferry ride to Tangier, Morocco — and being tempted to cross continents. The port was so close to Africa, I could nearly taste it. The cloth was brighter, the spices more aromatic, the sea...
From fear to elation: My mother’s love wins
Comedian Jack Carter, friend of Sid Caesar, dies at 93
Netanyahu was ‘smuggled’ to hospital twice in disguised vans
Mother of 7 children who died in Brooklyn house fire leaves hospital
U.S. Jews among biggest backers of same-sex marriage, data show
$11 million Jewish cultural center to be built in Paris
California bill to limit vaccine exemptions goes to governor
In protest, Rabbi Avi Weiss quits Rabbinical Council of America
ADVERTISEMENTPUT YOUR AD HERE
April 15, 2015 | 11:32 am
April 28, 2014 | 6:20 pm
April 18, 2014 | 10:26 am
April 5, 2007 | 8:00 pmGo back a few centuries and picture yourself on a small street in a Jewish neighborhood in Casablanca, Morocco, as the sun is starting to set.
You've just finished the late afternoon prayers on the last day of Passover, and as you head home, you see Arab grocers setting up shop and...