What makes a place holy? And who gets to decide? Such abstract questions become concrete and emotional when we talk about Jerusalem.
After 50-something years, and to the astonishment of our children and grandchildren, at the end of June my husband and I packed up our things and left Jerusalem, moving halfway across the country to settle in Zichron Yaakov, a quaint, hilltop village overlooking the sea.
It’s incompatible with the essence of a liberal arts education.
2021 has turned out to be another unpredictable year. As wave after wave of news stories reporting death and mayhem rolled over us, I found myself thinking about the Enlightenment.
Believe it or not, I grew up in a Jewish family that didn’t tell jokes.
Not as an abstract principle, true any time, but I approve of the tax and spending program proposed by President Biden, and I’m prepared to defend it on moral grounds.
Paul Barrett’s practical concerns about applying the First Amendment online are well-taken, but constitutional law demands this result in certain cases.
Modern Hebrew, especially military and political jargon, tends to reflect the state of the nation.
A glutton for punishment, I recently slogged my way through all 316 online comments attached to a New York Times piece in which two Howard University officials, Brandon Hogan and Jacoby Adeshei Carter, defended themselves against the accusation by Cornel West and Jeremy Tate in The Washington Post that their decision to eliminate Howard University’s classics department to save money was a “spiritual catastrophe.”