Opinion | We Are What We Give
When I was a girl, my mother told me I must always wear clean panties in case I got hit by a bus.
When I was a girl, my mother told me I must always wear clean panties in case I got hit by a bus.
Long story short: my father, Jack, controlled the money in my parents’ marriage. All of it.
Imagine you live in a rural area out West and your neighbors keep trying to drive you off your land.
I’ve been obsessed with Black-Jewish relations for half a century.
Hard to believe it’s come to this: The word “antisemitism,” coined in the 19th century by a German journalist, is being weaponized by Jews against Jews.
Hope swelled in many hearts when President Biden indicated he would deep-six the prior administration’s “Deal of the Century,” which would have enshrined Israel’s creeping annexation and ever-expanding settlement project and forced Palestinians to accept a state with as much contiguity as the Caribbean islands.
One day last spring, I got a call from a woman I didn’t know, asking if I objected—as she did—to a work of mine being included in The New Jewish Canon: Ideas and Debates 1980-2015 along with works by men identified as notable abusers by the #MeToo movement.
“It galls me when Mrs. America keeps underscoring the friction among feminists rather than grappling with the complexity of our challenges.”
“I remember where, or whom, each object came from, what it stands for, and why I’ve kept it.”
When Hillary Clinton ran for president, her being a woman was icing on the cake. I love icing, so I jumped into her campaign without hesitation. In 2008, I liked Barack Obama, but I felt Clinton had