I’m a parent. My editor, Liel, isn’t. But he is an expert in new media. And we were recently chatting about online bullying, a phenomenon that interests us both, but found ourselves completely at odds.
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Hi, Liel, a person whose views are diametrically opposed to mine on everything and who has no child and therefore no ...

On late Saturday nights at Tel Aviv’s Ben Gurion International Airport, a handful of regulars on the El Al flight to New York gather and wave to each other in recognition. They make this trans-Atlantic journey every week, returning each Friday morning to be home with their families for Shabbat. They belong to a small ...

Sun-In! Sea Breeze! Dippity-Do! The comments on my last column, about Jewish summer camp in the 1980s, unleashed a torrent of memories. Forgotten images came rushing back so powerfully, it was just like the finale of Lost.
In seemingly but not actually unrelated news, I read Anthony Lane’s hilarious piece in the June 28 issue of ...

My mother worshipped her mother, Yetta Wachstein Hochman, even more than she worshipped me. While that left me as a runner-up, I still liked my grandmother’s visits in the 1940s, when I was a boy in Houston. Even my little dog did. When my grandmother walked haltingly up the stairs, grasping the railing with both ...

CREDIT: Jonathon Rosen

The Icarus Voice: I think I can do this!
The Daedalus Voice: I told you that you couldn’t do this.
My Mother’s Voice: Why must you do this?
My Father’s Voice: Do this and you’ll be sorry.
My Sister’s Voice: This is going to kill Mom.
The Ghost of Genocide Past: Your grandparents didn’t die in ovens so ...

Josie, 8, is going to Jewish overnight camp for the first time this year. I’m fine. I’m ready. Don’t mind me, I’ll just sit here alone in the dark.
Her camp, like mine back in the day, offers t’filah (prayer), omanut (art), sports, chofesh (free time), swimming, weekly sending of Shabbat-o-grams and attendant social anxiety: How ...

We were invited to a Shabbat dinner, my daughter and I. It was at a brand-new home in a brand-new development in one of those suburb-of-a-suburb places where streets curve off one another in a seemingly infinite fashion, creating the sort of pattern you imagine might look like a leaf if viewed from space.
When we ...