Shana Goldberg
IJN Assistant Publisher | shana@ijn.com
Subzero — no complaints
Shana GoldbergFeb 02, 2023
Subzero temperatures like the ones we’ve been experiencing transport me to the New York-Canadian border in the 1860s and the winter of 1880-1881 in the Dakota...
Curious, not spurious, George
Shana GoldbergJan 26, 2023
When I saw John Darkow’s political cartoon I was simultaneously impressed and upset. In the Columbia Missourian, Darkow cleverly transformed one of my favorite...
‘The Dropout’
Shana GoldbergJan 19, 2023
Is this the paradox of getting old? On one hand, events that feel like they occurred yesterday happened years ago. On the other hand, it’s hard to remember when...
International Jewish Sports Hall of Fame, class of ‘23
Shana GoldbergJan 12, 2023
Broadcaster Chris Berman and a German Jew who once said hockey “saved me and my family from the Holocaust” are among the International Jewish Sports Hall of Fame’s...
Over medicated — but alive!
Shana GoldbergJan 12, 2023
Modern medicine is miraculous. I was among the millions of people watching Monday Night Football last week, Jan. 2, when a terrifying scene took place. Damar Hamlin, a...
Out of the echo chamber
Shana GoldbergJan 05, 2023
Working in the media, I get a lot of newsletters. While I’ve signed up for some, many find their way to my inbox uninvited. But that doesn’t necessarily mean I...
My best books of 2022
Shana GoldbergDec 29, 2022
Ever since I came across the “50 Books a Year” club, I’ve made an effort to hit the target. As I know many of you are book readers, I thought I’d share my best...
Musk meltdown
Shana GoldbergDec 22, 2022
So much for free speech absolutism. Like other narcissists who come into power, Elon Musk’s ideals met a brick wall when he was in the media’s headlights.
Optimistic children!
Shana GoldbergDec 15, 2022
Thank goodness for the artwork of the creative and optimistic children who submitted their entries to the IJN Chanukah Coloring Contest.
Are you not entertained?
Shana GoldbergDec 01, 2022
On a summer night in 2000, my friend and I bade farewell on a platform in Zurich’s train station. She was taking the night train to Rome; I to Paris. […]
