I’m at the age where I don’t personally remember searching for the afikoman – that middle piece of matzah broken like a sacrifice, saved for dessert a last taste of freedom on our tongues. All my ...

We all know that person who seems to exude an effortless kind of class—the one who doesn’t need to announce their elegance ...

Meet Karen Screamer. I met her while walking by my local Hands Off rally. She was holding an “Elon Sux” placard in the middle ...

For years, my friend’s father asked me to recount his childhood escape from the Nazis. Why did it take me this long?

“Poetry is the art of compression, of saying in a few well-chosen words, enhanced with rhythm and musicality of language what ...