Ever since I wrote about, and subsequently went to see, the Maurice Sendak exhibit at the Contemporary Jewish Museum, I’ve fallen in like with everything about that place.  I like the architecture, I like that it has cheap tickets ($5) every Thursday after 5pm, I like that it’s across the

A Jew after my own heart, Linda Ellia has made an art of defacing relics of Nazism.  In 2005 Ellia came across a French translation of Hitler’s infamous memoir Mein Kampf (which means ‘œOur Struggle’ in English).  Holding the thick manifesto in her hands, she felt an immediate visceral response

I don’t like Christmas.  There, I said it.  To some, that may be the disdainful equivalent of hating puppies or ice cream, but the thing is, I wasn’t one of those Jewish kids raised to simply refrain from the celebration, I was raised to be suspicious of it.  While some