As I reluctantly welcome the cold heart of another winter, I recall that three years have passed since my favorite thinker and writer departed this earth. I would have recalled Christopher Hitchens’ death after precisely three years, on December 15 th, but my patience was to be tested, as The Jewish Link’s official
Ever since the time I went to Sheepshead Bay to watch the people catch fish off of the piers, I kept in very close contact with my mother. You might say that it was a bit eccentric for a young boy to keep such a closeness with his mother, but I was 10 years old and there was a good reason for it. It had nothing to do with me. I
I love getting feedback about my columns. If you like them, if you don’t like them, it’s all good. I am a middle child and I can take anything you throw at me. People who usually don’t even say hello to me feel they can put their two cents in and I totally enjoy hearing their comments (and their actual voices; who knew they
This week, I am going to be writing about and delving into a very sensitive subject. Some of you are too old for this; some of you have yet to begin on this journey. The rest of us are involved in different aspects of this topic. So without further babbling, I would like to discuss the issue of carpooling (insert dramatic music
I must have been 11 as I think back and remember Julius, who was a kind-hearted man who cared about me and the kids in the neighborhood. Julius was the husband of Molly, my mother’s best girlfriend from the old country. He would always talk to us, giving us advice, teaching us things, especially the stuff that we shouldn’t be
Goober. To some of you, a goober is a delicious chocolate-covered peanut snack. Apparently a “goober” is also a west coast nickname for someone who is a weirdo, but in a good way. To me, Goober will always be the name of my first and beloved car. Goober, of blessed memory, was a 1980 four-door Cadillac Sedan Deville. He had a
“Okay kids, bedtime…,” time for the nightly routine of whisking our children into bed.
I turn to our 3-year-old, “Avi, what CD do you want to listen to tonight?”
I know the answer, but I ask anyway to humor myself. He wants to listen to the same CD
I know you aren’t going to believe this, but I have something in common with Kelly Ripa. In case you don’t know who she is, she is the talk show hostess from ABC’s Live with Kelly and Michael(formerly Live with Regis and Kathie Lee). She was also on the soap opera All My Children. Kelly is a blonde wisp of
There are things that happen in life that take maybe a few minutes of time and yet leave an impression for a lifetime. A wonderful thing such as that happened to me one morning after I drove my wife to the train station for her commute to Manhattan.
Let me back up a little. When I first came
Passaic–The Beth Din of America, based in Manhattan, has been in the news quite often this fall, mostly about controversies that aren’t part of its day-to-day activities. Rabbi Shlomo Weissmann, the organization’s menahel (director), agreed to speak with JLNJ to clarify the role that the Beth Din fills, and to speak
The Jewish people always have the last laugh. Sometimes it takes a lot of patience to recognize it, but it never fails.
Pharaoh tried to control our population by forcing us into extreme slave labor, but the more he oppressed us the more our population exploded. Haman tried to destroy us and plunge us
Some time ago I was invited to attend a social evening at someone’s home. In searching for an appropriate word to call this particular event, the participants settled on “salon.”
There was a guest of honor, you might say, who presented a sort of workshop of art and self-discovery. It was enjoyable