Tough Talk at Thanksgiving
The war between Israel and Hamas in Gaza means that conversations may be especially fraught around the table this year, for multi-generational families of all types and especially for Jewish families.
The war between Israel and Hamas in Gaza means that conversations may be especially fraught around the table this year, for multi-generational families of all types and especially for Jewish families.
Through all the multiple David Mamets, one personality remains constant: a bold, aggressive, exceedingly confident, superbly well-read, arguably narcissistic provocateur.
Jewish Baby Boomers like me grew up hearing about Richard Loeb and Nathan Leopold Jr. because they were two intellectually precocious, rich Chicago teenagers who were also Jewish.
Fans, gowns, beaded dress pumps, even a French hat ornament constructed from the stuffed body of a bird-of-paradise, complement the 50 paintings assembled for “Fashioned by Sargent” at the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, currently on view through January 15, 2024.
Those of us who refuse to either be washed out to sea or retreat inland are in a challenging, sometimes heartbreaking position.
We have been reminded of all these things in the most horrible and heartbreaking way possible. October 7 was the most difficult and poisonous chemotherapy, but it has removed the cancer that was destroying us from within.
In the days following the Hamas massacres in southern Israel, the group’s propaganda videos—including graphic, unedited streams of terrorists firing automatic weapons and the mutilated bodies of victims—proliferated unhindered on the social media platform X, formerly known as Twitter.
Poland has a long tradition of bucking political trends.
“Most people don’t think in those terms,” says Goldman; what is more powerful is “a sense that God has chosen the Jews, that God has made promises to the Jews, that those promises still hold and God is still delivering.”
Thousands came together—Arabs and Jews, religious and secular, Bedouin women in heavy black hijabs and hipsters with tattoos and piercings—to mourn the loss of this remarkable woman.
On the sixteenth day of the war, I found hope in an underground parking garage.