Remember when assimilation was the greatest threat to the Jewish people? Those were the good old days.

On a Saturday night thick with protests, guilt, and hunger, going out to eat in Tel Aviv leads to the realization that even our most ambitious food now tastes like survival.

By Howard Feldman – It turned out that my parents were liars. And not very good ones. It was the late 1970s, and we had travelled from South Africa to London for the first time. When the Nigerian taxi driver innocently asked where we were from, my mother promptly and proudly declared, “Australia!”...

By Prof. William Kolbrener – I have been sheltering – with Rembrandt. My self-portrait came with Dutch postmarks – inside the parcel, the hemp string knotted, the thick brown paper torn-open, the smooth laser-printed acrylic surface underneath. Glassy depth and weight. My portable shelter. Rembrandt...