Starting work at the World Zionist Organization in Jerusalem in 1973, fresh out of college, one of my first decisions was choosing my elective holiday.
The Museum of Jewish Heritage. Photo courtesy of WikiCommons. “Look—there’s the museum!” That’s what one of us said every time the familiar building came into
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Isaac Soloway may be a fairly typical Los Angeles Jewish teenager, but his bar mitzva was anything but the standard Jewish coming-of-age ritual. The event