Renowned French-Jewish director Emmanuel Finkiel’s new film, A Memoir of War, is a haunting meditation on the pain of not knowing.
It’s 1944 in Nazi-occupied Paris. Marguerite Duras, a well-known novelist, is a member of the Resistance, as is her husband, Robert, who has been detained by the Nazis. His whereabouts are unknown.
After a chance encounter with a Nazi collaborator named Rabier (Benoit Magimel), she begins to meet with him in cafes and other public places in hopes of learning more about her...Read More
My first experience with Selichot occurred during my first year of rabbinical school in Israel.
In the wee hours of the morning, we boarded a bus to a Sephardi synagogue in Jerusalem. The service, in the Sephardi custom, was held before sunrise. Forced to take anti-nausea medication before the bus ride, I remember little of that service, except for the warm, spiced tea that was shared with us during the service. Ever since, though, I have had a fondness for Selichot.
There are a variety of points during the summer that could mark the coming of the High Holidays – Shabbat...Read More
In our traditional morning blessings which we call Nisim B’Chol Yom, “Daily Miracles,” we offer gratitude for being free. As American Jews, we do not take for granted the tremendous gift that we have in being free and enjoying the freedoms that every American has.
We have been thinking about this blessing regarding our freedom to vote – a freedom that Jews have not always been afforded. What a gift we have to be Jews living in America, with the right to express our opinions and raise our voices through voting.
And while Jews have not always been afforded this right, voting...Read More
Life is very short, and there's no time For fussing and fighting, my friend. I have always thought that it's a crime, So I will ask you once again.
Try to see it my way, Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong. While you see it your way There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long.
We can work it out…
July 18 was a rough day for liberal Zionists.Read More
I learned to play guitar on my Dad's $20 bargain purchase from Eaton's.
It was collecting dust in his closet, and I thought I would give it a go. I really just wanted to play some of the old Peter, Paul, and Mary songs that he was so fond of so that we could sing together. I never thought of the possibilities or where that old six-string might take me.
When I was growing up, Jewish music was the sole purview of men. Even in my Reform synagogue, I had never seen a woman sing on the bimah (pulpit), with the exception of a...Read More