Religion Editor Amy Klein speaks with Rabbi Sherre Hirsch about Hirsch\’s new book \’We Plan, God Laughs: 10 Steps to Finding Your Divine Path When Life is Not Turning Out Like You Wanted\’
As usual, it started out with questions.
\”Where do you work? What do you do? Have you been on any trips lately?\”
I was all for talking about myself, what I do, where I\’ve been, where I\’m going. But then it got personal.
When Peter Saraf signed on to co-produce the film, \”Little Miss Sunshine,\” he says he did so without hesitation. The script, about a dysfunctional family\’s road trip, spoke to him immediately, and he was proud to bring his great-aunt and great-uncle to see it.
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Rob Eshman, whom I admire a lot, and who argued strenuously — even pleaded — for his name not to be mentioned in this (but clearly lost), was nice enough to ask if
I would write something for this special issue of The Journal (which I admire — and read — a lot), and I was very flattered.
We look back on the past because it was another era. In our youth and young years, life included activities you chose. Your responsibilities were minimal compared to those as you grew older. Being young and thinking young allowed you to exist in a world that is the start of the middle age.
Los Angeles photographer Naomi Solomon capped off her informal summer presentation series \”Settlers: A Photographic Journey of the Life and Disengagement of the Jews Living in Gaza\” at Nessah Synagogue in Beverly Hills last week, drawing more than 150 people.
I\’ll be 50 soon, which I\’m not afraid to admit in print. Not many men seem willing to date women their own age.
The Rosenbergs were executed for spying for the Soviet Union in June 1953. Their personal story was told 51 years later by their granddaughter, Ivy Meeropol, in the powerful 2004 documentary, \”Heir to an Execution.\”
As the years have gone by, I realize I\’d just as soon be alone than continue to go through cycles of head-spinning effort with someone in exchange for a couple of moments of grace. So I don\’t do that anymore. And though this kind of spiritual honesty has created an ease in my nervous system (and a welcome death to that horrible intimate uncertainty of giving myself where it\’s not appreciated), I have to stop and wonder, have I become overworked and underplayed?
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