I didn’t know about the holidays until my son came home from preschool wearing a cardboard Hanukkah candle on his head
As final flights of Falash Mura leave for Israel, a community of Hebrew-speakers finds it is neither Jewish nor Ethiopian enough
Right after Tisha B’Av in 1979, my family left Israel—and splintered into pieces. Despite my hopes, I never made it back.
My Israeli roommate and I both grew up reed-thin. The implications for him as a soldier are far more profound.