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...personal loss. In a country in which politics is such an ingrained part of daily life, Sharon has almost become part of each family. He has been in our living rooms on television every night for decades, and, especially in the past five years, he has been discussed at Shabbat dinners all over the country every week. Such a symbol of vitality, it is a shock to us all to witness his physical vulnerability...
...Talya J. Brettler ’08, Vice President of Community Relations Erica L. Farber ’07, Vice President of Education Philip A. Ernst ’06-’07, Vice President of Communications Hillary W. Steinbrook ’08, and Vice President of Shabbat and Holidays Joshua C. Wertheimer ’08. Speeches and elections were held at Hillel during yesterday’s final Coordinating Council meeting of the term. Only members who had attended two meetings prior to the final meeting were allowed to vote, said Judith T. Greenberg...
...while,” he says. Students that choose not to back away from these relationships say they must embrace compromise and that interfaith dating can be rewarding as well as difficult.Sean A. Darling-Hammond ’06, who does not identify with a specific religion, sometimes attends Shabbat dinners with his girlfriend, who is Jewish.“More than anything, we learn from each other,” he says. Summer and her boyfriend, she says, regard their differences as “a source of growth and understanding. We talk about things. It?...
Nearly every Friday night, I go to Hillel for Shabbat dinner. Though I love singing in Hebrew, I never go to services, only the meal. I go not because of any belief in God (most Jews, even the religious ones, don’t really think about God), but for the sense of community, of home away from home. I go because when I say the blessing over the challah and eat the chicken soup, I feel connected, not to the divine, but to my Jewish peers. When I kibbutz with friends I haven’t seen all week...
...that I’m finishing up at Harvard, I can’t help but think that somewhere, the class of ’05 is finishing up at Worthington. And so I’m left to wonder about the Shabbat dinner that never was, with the girl that never really existed, and the relationship that might have been: how neither Dawson nor Pacey could have measured up to the earnest Jewish boy Joey Potter might have met one magical evening at Harvard Hillel...