I was raised in Downers Grove, Illinois—the kind of place with so few Jews that when someone found out I
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Kenny and I knew each other for years. I’m a singer, he’s a drummer. In the club date biz, you
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In 1993, my PR agency was launching a German company’s product. I was collecting the team at Montreal’s Dorval airport.
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We called her Toots, for about a day. And then I could not look at our wild-haired, chipmunk-size puppy and
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It’s been a tough week, generally speaking, to present the idea of beshert as a positive “meant-to-be” experience. Snow. Ice.
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It was February 1, 1993. I had just finished shooting a video in Israel for a corporate client. I was an
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It is a few months before I meet my beshert. I dream. My child’s father has gotten into my apartment.
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Barry and I met at a Halloween party when we were 13 years old. Neither of us liked our dates,
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When I graduated from Brooklyn College and the Jewish Theological Seminary of America in 1960, a Jewish philanthropist named Sam
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