Columns
Cheating in universities
Hillel GoldbergJun 08, 2023
I am encouraged by the possible turn to oral exams in universities, even as I am discouraged by the primary motivation: widespread cheating.
The Wife’s sweet 60th
Herb KeinonJun 08, 2023
So there we were: The Wife’s 60th birthday was creeping up, and not only did I not know what to buy, I did not know what to do. I asked my kids, but — being blessed...
Furry friends
Shana GoldbergJun 08, 2023
What does it say about someone if his passing moves one to tears without ever having met him? When I read last Friday that Bark-André had passed, I was gutted.
Don’t rain on our parade
Tehilla R. GoldbergJun 08, 2023
[dropcap]Each[/dropcap] spring season in New York City, as the vibrant Israel Day Parade, formally known as ”Celebrate Israel,” marches on Manhattan’s iconic Fifth...
Quaking in my boots
Hillel GoldbergJun 01, 2023
I am supposed to be quaking in my boots. Not I, Hillel Goldberg, the individual. Not I, a columnist for the Intermountain Jewish News, a specific newspaper. Not I, a...
SRO removal: best of plans, worst of plans
Jordan FriedmanJun 01, 2023
It was the best of plans, it was the worst of plans. With apologies to Dickens, this adaptation of his words aptly describes a tumultuous year for the Denver Public...
Manhattanhenge
Tehilla R. GoldbergJun 01, 2023
Manhattanhenge is a phenomenon when a setting sun is perfectly aligned with Manhattan’s grid-patterned streets, creating a picturesque effect, where the North and...
Is no one ill? Or everyone?
Shana GoldbergJun 01, 2023
In response to a recent study which showed that more than a quarter of adult Americans are depressed, the much-awarded author Joyce Carol Oates sent an ignorant tweet,...
Look how we talk about each other
Hillel GoldbergMay 25, 2023
I have yet to meet my first person who does not say that we live in terribly polarized times, and that something definitely needs to be done. I can count on one hand the...
Naivete with the KGB . . . and with Sasha
Karen GalatzMay 25, 2023
Growing up, I was more New Yorker than Jew. More Las Vegan than landsman. More my father’s daughter than one of the Chosen People. At least that’s what I thought,...
