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By Mordechai Lightstone A king once had a prized jewel, the crown jewel in his magnificent diadem. But one morning, to his dismay, he discovered a single thin crack descending down its face.
By Mordechai Lightstone On an overcast morning one Fourth of July, sullen clouds hinting to the imminent fall of rain, I came to a Forensic Psychiatric Ward in Northern Connecticut.
By Mordechai Lightstone Americans are loud. We're brash and busy, and we like our Judaism that way as well. Russians also have their bravado . . . but when it comes to religion, there is a certain simplicity, a certain wholeness of the heart and soul, which we Americans lack. ...
By Mordechai Lightstone When people enter the S. Petersburg Synagogue, if they're not being herded by the cruise tour-guide, they often approach me on their own. This approach is no ordinary 'Hello, how are you?' or 'Could you please help me?' No. This look is most similar to ...
By Mordechai Lightstone The other day, a group of Farsi-speaking Jews came to the synagogue. Living in Los Angeles, I am rather familiar with Persian Jews and their various customs. In fact, I used to spend time visiting Persian merchants in LA's fashion district on a weekly ...
By Mordechai Lightstone I'm actually rather disappointed in you. As I've been keeping up with you, I've come to expect certain standards from you...
By Mordechai Lightstone I'm back in Russia, for the first time. An odd statement, I'm sure, but I can think of none better to describe what it's like to be here. Most people, and you know who you are, seem to think I've been to Russia before. When I was growing up in Los ...
By Mordechai Lightstone The other night one of my dearest friends was married. He had looked past his personal inhibitions, I had remained imprisoned by mine.
By Mordechai Lightstone We had come to a slight clearing in the buildings. We could all see it ahead of us, cast in lights, calling to us...
By Mordechai Lightstone Misha is still sullen, taciturn and lost in thought. A life spent as an officer in the Soviet army has left him numb to ritual. Yet something drew him to this place . . .
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