Rescued by the Tufts of Their Hair
Rav Neria opened the door wide, and invited me with a grand gesture of his arm to enter. He welcomed me with a strong handshake. ‘Welcome, Mr. Tzion Tzadok. I have been waiting for you.’
Boxed In
On the long flight to California, my husband shares with me a Business Week article on the dismal economy. Our discussion drifts to its effect on the middle class and specifically on our children. When we arrive at our daughter’s modest home, the boxes lining her front walkway are an eyesore. I expect my husband […]
Bravo!
Illustration: Nachman Hellman/www.nachmanhellman.com I was a yeshivah student. My chavruta Elchanan and I would study together all week, and on Fridays we would roam the streets of Meah Shearim in Jerusalem to rummage through bookstores. We would examine the new books and pick over the old ones. Once I saw a pile on the sidewalk—old […]
9/11
Lot’s Daughters 
The Ghosts of Rosh Hashana’s Past 
9/11 Ten Years Later
By R. Rosenfeld He asked me “Are you headed north?” I nodded and he followed. The two o
No one spoke. We all moved as if we were underwater. And somehow, then we had to make R
When the terror attack occurred, Avremel was fifty-five; his friend Ed, a quadriplegic,
9/11Lot’s Daughters The Ghosts of Rosh Hashana’s Past 9/11 Ten Years Later
By R. Rosenfeld He asked me “Are you headed north?” I nodded and he followed. The two o
No one spoke. We all moved as if we were underwater. And somehow, then we had to make R
When the terror attack occurred, Avremel was fifty-five; his friend Ed, a quadriplegic,
9/11Lot’s Daughters The Ghosts of Rosh Hashana’s Past 9/11 Ten Years Later
By R. Rosenfeld He asked me “Are you headed north?” I nodded and he followed. The two o
No one spoke. We all moved as if we were underwater. And somehow, then we had to make R
When the terror attack occurred, Avremel was fifty-five; his friend Ed, a quadriplegic,