We were in Las Vegas (and had been for five months!), where I was appearing twice nightly at Caesar’s Palace in Fiddler. The only possible time for our seder was at 2 a.m.
“Passover’s like Thanksgiving. People sit around and eat and drink and tell stories, are glad to be alive.”
At the Passover seder, Jews across the world retell the greatest love story of all time: the story of what happened when God fell in love.
Biographers typically describe Einstein as a man who disdained Jewish rituals. But what if we have been given an incomplete picture of Einstein’s spirituality?
The ground is lurching beneath the feet of European Jews, with anti-Semitism rising up around them. We American Jews are rightly concerned at this alarming turn of events. We fear the spread of this new, especially virulent form of anti-Semitism to our own shores. We feel disgusted but helpless. What can we do?
