
by Larry Lefkowitz
July 27, 2010
He did not stop as was his custom to read the notices pasted on the wall, not even one signed by the rabbinical council which denoted a matter of extreme importance. Once he would have devoured such a message – perhaps there would be a demonstration. For a respected yeshiva student like himself, one who drove himself to excel, demonstrations were a way of clearing his head, in addition to performing a mitzvah.
by Ted Roberts
There’s no question that mountains of research have been directed to our bible. Every chapter, every verse. Lo, every word has been examined. Whole libraries have been devoted say to Leviticus or even a minor league prophet like Habakkuk. His mother, by the way, made a huge mistake in naming him. With a name like Habakkuk, who’s gonna take him seriously? Amos, Jeremiah, even Hosiah - those are thundering names, well chosen to keep us on the paths of righteousness.
by Ted Roberts
September 12, 2009
As in every construct in G-d’s world, there are only two sides. So it is with the Cosmos - not only stars, constellations, and galaxies, but the Divine mind we call the universe. One side lived like us; suffering, exalting, hoping, dreaming. In my villiage, they tell the story of Israel, the kite flyer, who lived a mile or two down the road towards Vlank. A nice stroll from the Shtetle.
by Linda J. Goldberg
May 19, 2009
At last, the sun shone through the blue gray sky. Bessie fastened her glasses squarely onto her nose and remembered the phone call from her son Harry. “Come next week for the High Holidays. We all want you to come.” Bessie pictured Harry’s dark bushy eyebrows frowning as she said, “I’ll let you know.”
We all want you to come reverberated in her ears as she remembered the days when she entertained the family for the holidays. She spent the week setting the table with her Israeli hand-woven red tablecloth, her mother’s Russian wine glasses, and her grandmother’s silver candlesticks. For almost fifty years her husband Sam had reminded her to “Clean my Pa’s brass samovar so we can use it for tea.”
by Martin Lindauer
Shmuel crowed with obvious pride. "Our boy is the first in the family to graduate from college--and the first to be an officer of the United States Army of America."
"And a Jewish officer, too," Ruchel beamed.
"Our boy is a real American," Shmuel said with matching fervor.
A son with a Lieutenant’s commission in the Army of their adopted country was well worth the five-hour bus trip from Brooklyn to Fort Evans, Massachusetts. Ruchel and Shmuel, impressed by the official invitations to attend officer’s boot camp graduation, stamped with the engraved seals of the United States Army and the Department of Defense, sent off their acceptance letter the day the announcement was received.
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