As my dad tells it, my birth coincided with the birth of his identity. A little less than 23 years ago I made him a father, yes, but I also gave him a unique piece of identity that has in some ways been more defining in our father-daughter relationship. My father grew up in northern California during the 1970s, born to two Cal-Berkeley parents who were just shy of making the baby-boomer cutoff; liberals who were a little too old for Woodstock, but not too old to smoke pot. When my dad wanted to channel John Wayne on Halloween, he was forced to carry a sign on his trick or treat bag that touted “I’m a cowboy without a gun, I’m just a peaceful one.”
JERUSALEM (JTA) — At least two of the women who asked Israel’s Supreme Court to remove signs that demand women dress modestly have been targeted with death threats.
(JTA) — Orin Julie may look like just another “gun bunny,” as such models are sometimes called, but she is the industry’s secret weapon. She is a former Israeli combat soldier who is trained to discharge the weapons she poses with.
JERUSALEM (JTA) — Four female students from Hebrew Union College, including two Americans, were asked to lift their shirts and skirts for security before being allowed to enter the Western Wall plaza.
Erin Davis’s grandparents grew up in the same Polish village, were herded into the same ghetto, fell in love in hiding, and escaped together to a displaced person’s camp.