When I was a kid, I was a very important person in shul. My dad was not at all prominent in the greater society -- he merely worked for his brother, selling toys and stationery as a wholesaler in Manhattan's Lower East Side, starting his workday at 7 a.m. and working through 7 p.m....
Attacking the messenger and not the message
The best Herman Wouk story (almost) no one has read
If Catholic Ireland said ‘yes’ – could Israel ever do the same?
Houston floods inundate Jewish homes and two synagogues
The order of tribal sacrifices: Parashat Naso (Numbers 4:21-7:89)
Up-cycle cereal boxes to make picture frames
A press club in West Jerusalem?
In Jerusalem, examining global press freedom
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