When our kids were turning from teenagers to young adults, we discovered a painful truth about Pesach: none of us really like it. The cleaning, the banishing of all the foods we normally enjoy the rest of the year, the matza-fueled constipation, and most of all, the long and at times seemingly irrelevant Haggadah that extends the Seder into the wee hours of the night when all you want is a soft matzo ball and softer bed.

We haven’t given up on Pesach, but we’ve tried over recent years to inject some humor into the proceedings.

That’s why I was delighted to discover the parody Haggadah, For This We Left Egypt? by humorists Dave Barry, Alan Zweibel and Adam Mansbach.

Published in 2017, For This We Left Egypt? is both loving and irreverent. It covers the entire narrative, not just a portion, and as such can be used as a “straight” Haggadah, although it’s entirely in English as the authors admit they can’t read the Hebrew themselves. 

“For all we know, it’s a Hebrew repair manual for a 1972 Westinghouse dishwasher,” they quip.

As an affectionate parody, For This We Left Egypt? is full of jokes. Not every attempt at Haggadah humor works, but there are a few zingers worth repeating in this belated book review.

For example, For This We Left Egypt? concurs with our family’s distancing from Pesach. “Many young Jewish people today would rather undergo amateur eyeball surgery than sit through a lengthy and boring Seder.”

As someone who has had actual eyeball surgery, I can attest that the Seder is not that bad. 

As an Israeli reader of For This We Left Egypt? some of the quips were a tad too American for me. When the Israelites made camp in the foothills of Mount Sinai, this new Haggadah relates that it was “hard because Jews are not into camping. Our idea of roughing it is a hotel where the breakfast buffet does not have an omelet station.” 

But we Jews of Israel love sleeping under the stars (although we wouldn’t say not to a lavish breakfast buffet).

Guilt plays well no matter which Jewish community you’re in. So, when Moses learns he won’t be allowed into the Promised Land, he takes it stoically. “I’ll just go up on Mt. Nebo and die. Alone. After all I’ve done for you. It’s fine. Really.”

Barry and his co-writers clearly are not fans of cleaning for Pesach, at least not by their definition of chametz as “bread, pizza, crackers, fortune cookies, soft drinks, vodka, tooth whiteners, certain tropical fish, and all IKEA furniture.” Fortunately, “not all breakfast cereals are chametz. Froot Loops, for example, are made of compressed medical waste, so they’re fine.”

Good thing I don’t like Froot Loops.

For This We Left Egypt? has some other food recommendations. Make sure your gefilte fish is “wild and sustainably caught. Avoid farmed gefilte fish if possible.” Also make sure to have on hand “a carafe of Long Island Iced Tea for Elijah.” We all know that Elijah is going to need a shot of vodka if he’s going to make it through the long night. 

Ever wondered why we wash our hands symbolically at the Seder table before eating the carpas? The Haggadah has an answer. 

“After forty years under the scorching desert sun, the Israelites were totally disoriented. Whenever they asked Moses, ‘Have we washed our hands?’ he invariably replied, ‘I don’t remember. Let’s wash them again, just to be on the safe side.’”

Millenia-old debate resolved.

In the “discussion” prompts on the Four Questions, Barry, Zweibel and Mansbach ask, “Have you ever met a child who cannot ask a question? Wouldn’t it be great if such a child existed, especially on long car trips?”

Moses listened to God at the Burning Bush because “when a divine all-powerful flaming shrubbery tells you to do something, you do it,” which was clearly the influence for Monty Python and the Holy Grail’s “Knights Who Say Ni,” who demand from King Arthur a shrubbery in order to pass.

Pharaoh is described as a “schmuck with the IQ of a glazed doughnut.” Or as we’d say in Israel, “a maniac with the smarts of a sufganiah.”

This Haggadah wonders if Manischewitz wine could be considered an 11th plague. Manna is dubbed “divine dandruff.” Matzah is the perfect food to take to the desert, as it was “not only very lightweight but could also be used as both a weapon and a building material.”

As we near the end of the Haggadah, Barry and his co-conspirators address the question of who should hide the afikomen – the parents or the kids? 

If the kids hide it, they can hold the Seder ransom until they get a new Nintendo Switch. If the adults are in charge, they will hide it either in “someplace too obvious, resulting in a super lame afikomen hunt, or they will hide it someplace too clever, resulting in the total meltdown of every child under six. To avoid all of these scenarios, you may wish to follow one simple rule: Do not have children.”

Not a very Pesachdik suggestion.

And then who would be present to query if Elijah were in fact to drink from the cup of wine set aside for him, “Would the wine pass through him, ghost-style, and end up on the rug?”

Good old Elijah, the incontinent prophet.

Finally, For This We Left Egypt? asks: Why just four cups of wine? Why not a fifth, a sixth, a seventh? After all, “There’s no point in letting good wine go to waste.”

Unless all you’ve got left on the table is more Manischewitz.

I first wrote about this new Haggadah for The Jerusalem Post.

Pesach photo by Alex Shute on Unsplash

From Loops photo by Jessica Neves on Unsplash


Our family recently spent two weeks in the U.S. So, you’re probably wondering whether we experienced any of the post-October 7 surge in antisemitism that’s been extensively reported in the newsincluding in my own columns.

Pro-Hamas posters in Brooklyn. (“They do not discriminate?”)

We were in fact accosted in Brooklyn, but it wasn’t from the pro-Hamas crowd. Rather, it was three young Chabad men dressed up as clowns who decided I needed to put on tefillin right then and there as I was walking purposefully towards an Apple Store.

I tried to stay focused on my goal – an appointment to try out the new Apple Vision Pro augmented reality goggles – but the Chabadniks followed me for blocks, their calls increasing in intensity.

“Come on,” the ringleader cajoled. “It’s Purim, after all. When was the last time you laid tefillin?”

I didn’t want to be rude, but I also didn’t want to be late, as I tried to put some social distance between us.

I should have been happy it was fellow Jews doing the cajoling – I wasn’t looking forward to spending time on a long-delayed vacation (originally scheduled for October 10, canceled for obvious reasons) fighting off a bunch of antisemitic, Israel-as-colonial-apartheid state protesters at every turn.

Indeed, we had plenty of reason to worry that might be the case.

Our son, Aviv, is roommates with Jonathan Telsin, whose stories I’ve shared previously about the horrific events Israeli and Jewish students studying at The New School in Manhattan have been experiencing since the start of the war in Gaza. 

Aviv hasn’t been spared, either.

Just a week before we arrived, a group of pro-Hamas students essentially broke into The New School, attempting to shut down a talk by an IDF soldier who had been invited to relate what he had seen fighting in the Strip. The protesters proceeded to bang on the walls of the classroom where the lecture was taking place, screaming racist epithets while campus security stood by and did nothing.

When the Jewish students, including Aviv and Jonathan, eventually left the classroom, the antisemites were waiting for them in the hallway. In a scene that could have been lifted straight out of a script for Game of Thrones, the Jews were forced to pass a gauntlet of masked protesters yelling such slurs as, “How does it feel to be complicit in genocide?” and “How many did you murder today?”

As Aviv left the building, a protester followed him for a good five minutes, videotaping him while repeatedly taunting him as a “baby killer.” 

Would Aviv be “doxed” with his name shared across antisemitic networks?

So, when Aviv began publicizing his senior recital, which featured mostly Israeli jazz musicians with noticeably Hebrew names, I was concerned the protesters could have identified him and were now planning a new rally outside the concert hall.

They didn’t and the concert proceeded smoothly. Indeed, other than posters we saw on seemingly every corner bodega in Brooklyn calling to “Free Palestine,” we didn’t run into any haters ourselves.

Were we just lucky or has the rising antisemitism that’s stayed at the top of the Jewish headlines for the past six months been overstated?

The latter seems a stretch. 

Just last week, for example, a study conducted by the Online Hate Prevention Institute found that incidents of antisemitism between October 21, 2023, two weeks after the Hamas massacre, and February 8, 2024, increased to 145 a day, compared with just 27 a day in the same period the previous a year. 

Franklin Foer’s viral essay in The Atlantic, “The Golden Age of American Jews is Ending” further raised the alarm.

We actually thought we were in for a confrontation the week before when we were in California. A group of protesters stood outside the entrance to the Los Angeles Zoo with placards reading “Free…” 

I braced myself for the now familiar second part of the exclamation, but it read “Billy,” and the protesters’ ire was focused on the zookeepers who, they claimed, were refusing to repatriate an Asian elephant named Billy.

Indeed, California seemed as bucolic as ever, at least in the places where we visited family: La Jolla, Los Angeles and Santa Rosa, the latter where my 92-year-old mother lives. 

While family was curious about life in Israel, about politics, war and the fate of the hostages, they mostly refrained from peppering us with questions; our time was focused on introducing two-year-old Ilai and three-month-old Roni to their great-grandparents in California.

Aviv’s concert was fantastic (I know, I’m biased). He chose five original tunes and two covers. The closing number was an arrangement of Guy Mazig’s “If You Would Only Talk.” A young Israeli singer, also studying in the jazz program at The New School, Noa Havakook, joined Aviv’s ensemble on stage and began crooning – in Hebrew.

“It was important to me to include an Israeli song to symbolize my identity during this time,” Aviv told me afterward.

It was one of the few times I’d heard Hebrew on the trip. And I hadn’t heard any Israeli music since we flew out of Ben-Gurion airport. I was deeply moved, both from the beautiful melody, which was more pop than bop, and Noa’s soaring vocals, which reminded me why we live in Israel and how connected to this place I feel.

Afterward, my wife, Jody, commented that it was brave for Aviv to include a song in Hebrew, given the current environment. What a sad statement – that owning one’s Israeli identity abroad, rather than hiding outward Jewish symbols and language, has been transformed into an act of defiance rather than what it should be – a simple expression of pride.

I first wrote about our U.S. trip for The Jerusalem Post.

Picture from the Brooklyn bodega – credit: Brian Blum.


33 random minor frustrations

by Brian on March 25, 2024

in Just For Fun

As war and antisemitism continue to rage around us, I thought we could all use a break from the big, life-threatening issues. So, here’s a list of random, minor annoyances that are amusing in their triviality and yet are nevertheless exasperating. With a little help from friends on social media.

  1. People who watch videos on their smartphones in public places without wearing headphones. (This was repeated by so many people that I had to place it in the top spot.) Other phone frustrations: individuals who conduct loud – and often intimate – conversations on their phones in public.
  2. People who jaywalk while talking on their phones. Even worse: cars that try to pass me when I’m stopped to let someone (talking on his or her phone) cross and they nearly run over said pedestrian.
  3. Drivers not using their blinkers. (Do they teach Israelis that flipping on the turn signal drains the battery?)
  4. Treating the lines designating a parking spot as a suggestion. Parking on the sidewalk.
  5. We have a cleaner who comes once a week. He consistently swaps the location of my wife’s and my towels in the bathroom. I’d complain but he understands very little English.
  6. When I’m at the hospital for cancer treatments, the lovely volunteers from Ezer m’Zion come around in the morning with free snacks, which I always look forward to. But everything they offer is so unhealthy: sugary drinks, crunchy Bisli, store-bought cakes, cheap chocolate. Fortunately, then comes my favorite: the Aldo ice cream truck that pops by periodically.
  7. People who don’t lock the door to a public restroom. Without the “red” indicator that the stall is busy, I will invariably try pushing it open only to be yelled at by the occupant. 
  8. After getting wet in the shower, discovering there are only two tiny slivers of soap left.
  9. Downward Dog. Why are yoga teachers so in love with this position? Give us more Extended Child’s Pose, please!
  10. Israel: Restaurants that don’t bring the bill until you’re forced to ask. U.S.: restaurants that bring the bill before you’ve even finished eating.
  11. Just as you’re about to nod off to sleep, hearing a mosquito buzzing around your head.
  12. People who pop gum or chew loudly with their mouths open.
  13. With most Israeli post offices no longer offering pick up, your package gets sent to a mini-market on the other side of town. You get there and it’s a form letter that could have just as easily been sent by email.
  14. Tele-marketers who call and then immediately ask, “Can you hold for a moment?” Goodbye.
  15. People who don’t clean up after their dogs. That raises a theological question: If your dog poops in the bushes at night and you can’t see it, is it batel b’shishim – the Jewish Law concept that if you drop some milk in the chicken soup, it’s OK as long as it’s only 1/60th of the total liquid – and therefore you don’t have to go on a mad search in the dark for it?
  16. Unsubscribe buttons that don’t do anything to unsubscribe you.
  17. People who talk during movies. Corollary: People who text during movies. (The glowing light drives me nuts.) 
  18. You’re so excited that the seat in front of you at an event is free – and then a very tall person – wearing a hat – sits in it.
  19. Cars that insist on hogging the left lane on the highway while driving at a snail’s pace. People who stand on the left when riding an escalator. Parking on the sidewalk. 
  20. People who ask on online foodie groups for restaurants “with a good hechsher” (kosher certification). 
  21. Construction – it’s everywhere and never-ending. Does anyone still respect “quiet hours?” (Maybe this one isn’t so minor after all.)
  22. The recorded music that blasts from the ultra-Orthodox neighborhoods in Jerusalem to announce the start of Shabbat. Just bring back the old-fashioned siren. (Is that too triggering now post Oct. 7?) Or play some Ehud Banai or Idan Raichal!
  23. Ghosting, whether that’s a potential romantic partner who’s just gone radio silent or a writer waiting for an answer from an editor who could send a quick “not interested” message but instead just vanishes. 
  24. Getting to the bottom of the pita and discovering there’s just tehina and vegetables but no more falafel balls.
  25. Restaurants that blast music so loud you can’t have a conversation. You ask them to turn it down. They humor you for a few minutes, then it’s back to the previous level.
  26. People who ask you something they could have just as quickly looked up on Google.
  27. Masseuses who don’t listen but just do what they want.
  28. Dings – was that my phone or yours? Was it WhatsApp, an incoming email, a Duolingo reminder? Is it coming from the laptop? The iPad?
  29. Showing up to the house of an immunosuppressed cancer sufferer like me when you have a cough or runny nose and saying, “It’s probably just allergies.”
  30. Deodorant – or rather the lack thereof.
  31. Every gas station in Israel seems to have a different interface. Do you swipe your credit card first or only after inserting the nozzle? And how about some instructions in English?
  32. The “please confirm” text messages when you have an appointment. It promotes efficiency, for sure, but do I need to get the same message by email, WhatsApp, SMS and then an automated voice reminder?
  33. And per Alanis Morisette: Rain on your wedding day. Or a free ride, when you’ve already paid.

I first expressed my frustrations at The Jerusalem Post.

Photo by LinkedIn Sales Solutions on Unsplash


War is hell, not just on the battlefield but in the bedroom.

The ongoing hostilities between Israel and its jihadist neighbors are forcing couples to rethink familiar patterns of intimacy. When partners are consumed or paralyzed by the news, it’s hard to keep one’s mind clear for romance. 

It gets even more complicated when lovers have different ways of relating to said news. One partner may be proactive, fast to get out of the house and volunteer, while the other curls up on the couch, avoiding anything that might be traumatizing.

“We didn’t have sex at all during the first week of the war,” Sigal from Ramat Gan told Dana Spector in an article for Ynet. “It was all such a shock. We’d sit there from morning until 3:00 am, each of us glued to our own phones. We couldn’t even talk to each other.” On the outside, she says, “I was the same woman, but I was completely disconnected. I couldn’t feel anything at all. My libido dropped to zero.” 

Indeed, with the war still raging and the remaining hostages unaccounted for, “Sex is the first thing to give up on,” Michal Nir, who coordinates the sex therapy program at Bar-Ilan University, told Haaretz. “You have to eat, sleep and breathe. You don’t have to have sex.”

“There’s also ‘survivors’ guilt’ – people taking on the guilt of what happened to women who’ve been kidnapped and punishing themselves as a form of ‘moral duty,’” comments Keren Gilat, who heads the School for Holistic Psychotherapy at Reidman College. “If they can’t experience pleasure, how can I?”

But there’s also the risk that the emotional distancing will translate into long-term issues with intimacy.

Sigal knows this, too. “It’s not healthy going so long without,” she laments. 

Survival mode doesn’t necessarily mean sex is off the table entirely. People had sex in the concentration camps. People with cancer still desire sex.

For women, the impact has been particularly difficult. 

A senior high-tech manager, who finds she suddenly has to hold down her job while simultaneously handling all the household and childcare responsibilities as her husband is away fighting, told Ynet, “I pray that he’ll get hit by shrapnel and that he’ll come home. These past weeks have broken us.”

That brokenness stems in part from what nearly all Israelis are suffering from today: “secondary trauma.” 

Secondary trauma, or “compassion fatigue,” refers to distress that’s experienced indirectly by hearing details,or witnessing the aftermath, of trauma experienced by another person. 

Secondary trauma shares many of the same symptoms as full-on PTSD: intrusive thoughts, avoidance of everyday activities (going to the supermarket, taking kids to the park), irritability and mood swings, negative thoughts (“what is there to live for, anyway?”).

“In reserve duty, I saw some very disturbing videos,” explains a soldier in the Ynet article. “True, I wasn’t there, but I’m inside it. I’ve been traumatized ever since.”

Secondary trauma has entered my household, too. 

A few nights ago, I found myself yelling at my wife, Jody, for something ridiculous: She hadn’t read a WhatsApp I’d sent to her. We defused the situation quickly, but that’s not me – I don’t scream at my spouse. 

Secondary trauma in the bedroom means that getting into a sexy situation can be scary because there might be a siren. That kind of excessive arousal (and I don’t mean the “good” kind) makes it “hard to be in a pleasant, intimate situation,” notes clinical psychologist Gilad Horowitz.

Talli Rosenbaum, cohost of the Intimate Judaism podcast and coauthor of a new research paper on intimacy in times of war, points out that “we are now wired in a way that’s not meant to be the default way of being in life. We’re wired in a hyper-aroused or hypo-aroused state, as if we’re numb.” 

This state of hypervigilance, she explains, is “dissonant with intimacy.”

Rosenbaum wants us to remember that “one of the most important tools for maintaining marital harmony is self-awareness. ‘Am I going into a stress response?’ ‘How do I calm that stress response?’ ‘How do I regulate myself emotionally so that I can go into my more cognitive, logical, rational space?’”

The study Rosenbaum helped compile revealed that nearly half of respondents reported watching disturbing videos from the Hamas attacks several hours per day. “They were almost addicted to watching war-oriented content,” notes Aryeh Lazar, who coauthored the study with Rosenbaum and Ateret Gewirtz-Meydan, an associate professor in the school of Social Work at the University of Haifa. “The amount of viewing time correlated with a self-reported decrease in sexual desire, arousal and orgasm.”

For those who do want to restore intimacy, even in the midst of war, what can they do to make things better? 

It might seem obvious, but patience is the new state of play. “You mustn’t pressure someone who just can’t think about sex right now,” says sex therapist Shelly Varod. “You need to let them heal emotionally.”

Now is the time for baby steps. Look for something small – bird song outside your window or some favorite music playing in the background – to ground you in the reality that existed before Oct. 7. Crack open a bottle of wine. Watch TV together with your partner – just not the news.

Finally, “don’t give up on your grief – not for a moment,” stresses psychologist Ruth Ben-Asher. “It doesn’t mean that you’ve forgotten or you’re abandoning all those who lost loved ones or were actually hurt. [But when] you renew your connection with your spouse and make yourself stronger, you can get on with your grief much better…and not from a place of trauma.”

I first explored intimacy during war for The Jerusalem Post.

Photo by Womanizer Toys on Unsplash


Yochi Rappeport is not someone I would expect to see handing out campaign flyers on Jerusalem’s Emek Refaim Street. And certainly not with the messaging screaming from the page she handed me as I was doing my Friday morning shopping.

Yoshi Rappeport supporting the “Jerusalem Union”

Rappeport is the executive director of Women of the Wall, the feminist group that meets monthly at the kotel(the Western Wall). But the flyer had emblazoned on it photographs of Itamar Ben-Gvir, Aryeh King and Avi Maoz, three of the most right-wing and, in the case of King and Maoz, virulently homophobic politicians on the scene today.

These three henchmen of the liberal apocalypse would be among the first to protest the Women of the Wall. So, why was Rappeport promoting them?

Avi Maoz, Aryeh King, Itamar Ben-Gvir

“Oh my!” she exclaimed when my face fell. “You’re looking at the wrong side!”

And there, on the flip side of the flyer, were the politicians Rappeport supported – members of the new Jerusalem Union list for city council. Their shining, pluralistic punems were meant to counter the scowling hate from the back of the same flyer. The warning (in Hebrew): “It’s time to choose: A messianic Jerusalem or an Israeli Jerusalem?”

The front side of the flyer

I met Rappeport in the run-up to the original date for municipal elections in 2023 (before they were delayed due to the war with Hamas). Since then, the Jerusalem Union’s messaging has been updated; it now asks, “Do you want a liberal, Israeli Jerusalem or an ultra-Orthodox one?” 

That’s led some critics to question if that argument is still appropriate after October 7 when “unity” has become the national watchword. Given the continued divisive politicking by members of Knesset – in particular, the anger at the haredim after funding for yeshivot was increased despite wartime budget cuts along with frustration that the ultra-Orthodox are still pushing for a blanket exemption from IDF service while, at the same time, a proposal is being discussed to lengthen service requirements for non-haredi soldiers – the Jerusalem Union’s position, sadly, remains relevant.

Rappeport is not simply a campaign worker; she’s no. 9 on the list which was formed through the merging of four different parties – Yossi Havilio, the list’s candidate for mayor, is a long-time Jerusalem activist and head of the “Saving Jerusalem” list; Laura Wharton, of “Democratic Jerusalem,” was Meretz’s representative on the Jerusalem city council; Ye’ala Bitton de Langa joined the Jerusalem Union on behalf of Yesh Atid; and Eran Ben-Yehuda did the same, from the Labor Party. Tomer Mintz, from the anti-judicial coup movement A New Contract, is also on the list. 

It’s not just the candidates. The Jerusalem Union’s talking points speak to me. 

“For 30 years, the elected mayors have insisted on basing their coalition on the local versions of Maoz, Ben-Gvir, and [Yitzhak] Goldknopf [current head of the United Torah Judaism party in the Knesset],” Havilio told The Jerusalem Post. “I pledge that after I am elected mayor, I will form a coalition that will be based first and foremost on the liberal factions.”

None of this is to say that I’m necessarily displeased with how the current – and most likely returning – mayor of Jerusalem, Moshe Lion, has managed the city. He promised to clean up our streets and stuck to his word. He promised to build far and wide and – like it or not – he’s doing that, too. Many of us were afraid he’d be too beholden to his religious coalition members, but he’s worked hard to be (mostly) fair to all sectors of Jerusalem’s delicate mosaic.

At the same time, the majority of the 30 seats on the current Jerusalem city council are in the hands of the haredi parties which, just doing the math, never mind specific policies, doesn’t bode well for pluralism. A counterbalance was – and still is – desperately needed.

Havilio wants to cancel the automatic property tax deductions for homes where there is “unemployment by choice” (code for “studying full-time in yeshiva or Kollel”); he believes state and state-religious schools should not be closed even if enrollment drops; and he emphasizes that only schools that teach the core studies of math, science and English should be opened in non-Orthodox neighborhoods.

Does all that make the Jerusalem Union an anti-religious party?

“I’m religious myself,” Rappeport stressed to me in our Emek Refaim chat before adding that, despite the fact she wouldn’t use public transportation or eat in a restaurant on Shabbat, those options should nevertheless be kept available. 

I’m not so naïve as to believe that SuperBus will soon be operating an officially-sanctioned line to ferry paying passengers to the beach on the Sabbath. But I appreciate Havilio’s and the Jerusalem Union’s fighting spirit.

When it comes to the environment, Havilio says all the right things, too: that new construction will not be approved in green areas and that the pace of work on the light rail will be accelerated (although I’m not sure he has any real control there).

If elected mayor – a long-shot to be sure – Havilio insists that in any coalition he leads, “I will make a U-turn from the poor, extreme, and non-Zionist direction in which the city is moving…I will take this city away from deterioration into the abyss of chronic poverty, extremism, bigotry, and racism.”

Laura Wharton adds, “We united to change the equation in Jerusalem and free the city council from the fanatics and extremists who are trying to take control of it. The time has come to take back the reins.”

To that, I say, “Get out and vote!”

Municipal elections will be held this coming Tuesday, February 27, in Jerusalem and all across Israel. 

The Jerusalem Union website: https://jerusalem-u.co.il/

Read the original article on The Jerusalem Post website.


Where are our Jewish space lasers?

February 10, 2024

If Hezbollah goes to war with Israel, we’re going to need an entirely new kind of weapon. Like when Marjorie Taylor Greene said we have “Jewish Space Lasers.”

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First-hand report of antisemitism at The New School

January 27, 2024

Jonathan Telsin, a 21-year-old trumpet player from Tel Aviv, has been living in New York City where he’s studying jazz at The New School. Then Oct. 7 happened.

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I was that guy

January 13, 2024

We’ve all seen that person. The one who feels unwell at a concert or a public event. On a recent Shabbat, I was the guy on the floor.

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War and new life

December 31, 2023

A story about war and grandparenting as we welcome into the world our granddaughter Roni Maayan, born to Merav and Gabe.

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Jihad – Where religion and murder meet

December 17, 2023

Want to understand the war between Israel and Hamas. Sam Harris addresses the connection between religion, murder and jihad in his podcast.

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