Category Archives: History
World Trade Center Remembered
From The Vault: I watched the World Trade Center going up and I would eventually watch thse majestic towers fall. Only days before September 11, I had moved from the New York City I loved to one of its leafy
World Trade Center Remembered
From The Vault: I watched the World Trade Center going up and I would eventually watch thse majestic towers fall. Only days before September 11, I had moved from the New York City I loved to one of its leafy
Betty -a Bastille Day Jazz Age Baby
In 1926 while flaming youth roared and thousands mourned the death of Rudolph Valentino, my grandparents, Sadie and Arthur were overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Betty, my mother. A beloved Bastille Day baby, this jazz age
Betty -a Bastille Day Jazz Age Baby
In 1926 while flaming youth roared and thousands mourned the death of Rudolph Valentino, my grandparents, Sadie and Arthur were overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Betty, my mother. A beloved Bastille Day baby, this jazz age
A World Without Mad
What Me Worry? I am MAD. After 67 years MAD Magazine will cease publishing this fall. It will no longer be found on newsstands but sold via subscription. There will be no new material, just “best of content” and end
A World Without Mad
What Me Worry? I am MAD. After 67 years MAD Magazine will cease publishing this fall. It will no longer be found on newsstands but sold via subscription. There will be no new material, just “best of content” and end
The Deplorable Stain of the Detention Camps
There is a stench in America; a foul stain so deep on our country no amount of soap can wash it away. The noxious stink emanating from our southern border is less from the unsanitary camps holding these poor abused
The Deplorable Stain of the Detention Camps
There is a stench in America; a foul stain so deep on our country no amount of soap can wash it away. The noxious stink emanating from our southern border is less from the unsanitary camps holding these poor abused
D Day on the Homefront
It was June 1944. It was wartime. While my father Marvin was spit-polishing his regulation army boots in the jungles of New Guinea, on the other side of the globe my teenage bobby soxer mother Betty polished up her saddles
D Day on the Homefront
It was June 1944. It was wartime. While my father Marvin was spit-polishing his regulation army boots in the jungles of New Guinea, on the other side of the globe my teenage bobby soxer mother Betty polished up her saddles
Bobby Kennedy and Me
Bobby was about hope. 1968 was no ordinary time and Robert Kennedy was no ordinary candidate. Over fifty years later, the wave of young, earnest activists today feels similar to that infamous year when Bobby had fired up Americas youth.
Bobby Kennedy and Me
Bobby was about hope. 1968 was no ordinary time and Robert Kennedy was no ordinary candidate. Over fifty years later, the wave of young, earnest activists today feels similar to that infamous year when Bobby had fired up Americas youth.
Abortion Before Roe v Wade Risky Business
I came late to the game watching Handmaid’s Tale, having only recently begun binging it. A totalitarian society that strips away a woman’s physical autonomy and reproductive rights in the former United States originally seemed too darkly dystopian for my
Abortion Before Roe v Wade Risky Business
I came late to the game watching Handmaid’s Tale, having only recently begun binging it. A totalitarian society that strips away a woman’s physical autonomy and reproductive rights in the former United States originally seemed too darkly dystopian for my
Kent State Shots Are Fired
Shots fired. In the spring of 1970, nearly 50 years before the tragic school shootings at Parkland, Sandy Hook, Virginia Tech, and now Highlands Ranch, the country had been shaken to its core by the senseless shootings that took place
Kent State Shots Are Fired
Shots fired. In the spring of 1970, nearly 50 years before the tragic school shootings at Parkland, Sandy Hook, Virginia Tech, and now Highlands Ranch, the country had been shaken to its core by the senseless shootings that took place
Kate Smith’s America
It was the 1930’s. While a rotund and darn proud of it Kate Smith was belting out “God Bless America” causing a lump to form in our throats, and our antiseptic kitchens were tastefully adorned with ceramic mammy and pappy
Kate Smith’s America
It was the 1930’s. While a rotund and darn proud of it Kate Smith was belting out “God Bless America” causing a lump to form in our throats, and our antiseptic kitchens were tastefully adorned with ceramic mammy and pappy
Never Forget
Never Forget. Those words were seared into me as a child. As Jews gathered in N.Y.C. on Sunday for the annual Gathering of Remembrance at the Museum of Jewish Heritage, they came together as community to say we will never
Never Forget
Never Forget. Those words were seared into me as a child. As Jews gathered in N.Y.C. on Sunday for the annual Gathering of Remembrance at the Museum of Jewish Heritage, they came together as community to say we will never
