In the Atlantic, Megan Garber praises Deborah Tannen’s new book for going beyond clichés about girlfriends.
We are drowning in a form of dualism that pits each of us against the other and aggravates every form of difference.
A bittersweet story of how a friendship began online — and ended all too soon.
Celebrating eight decades of uninterrupted friendship and community.
Becky Benson and Emily Rapp both lost a child to Tay Sachs disease. Other than that, they had little in common – until they became each other’s ‘grief mentor.’
Danya Ruttenberg answers the ultimate ‘When Harry Met Sally’ debate. Can men and women (rabbis) ever be just friends?
According to Ann Friedman in her post “Shine Theory: Why Powerful Women Make the Best Friends,” over at NYMag.com, we should seek out women who are more together or successful than we are. She writes:
Nobel laureate, Holocaust survivor and peace advocate Elie Wiesel has seen the best — and worst — of human nature, and he believes that the greatest offering any one person can give to humanity is the gift of friendship. “To me, friendship is a religion,” he tells Oprah Winfrey in this clip from “Super Soul Sunday.” “We couldn’t live without it. Perhaps we could live for a while without love, but not without friendship.” “Super Soul Sunday” airs Sunday mornings on OWN.
If we are true friends of Israel, we will stop genuflecting before its leadership. We will praise it when it earns it and criticize it when it needs criticizing. That’s what real friends do.
I will always remember this one Shabbat dinner in my tiny studio on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. It was wintertime and I had been preparing the meal for three days: shopping for groceries after work, hauling heavy bags up to my fifth-floor walk up, and chopping, slicing and simmering into the wee hours of the night with Cat Stevens and Bob Dylan by my side. I was famous for my Shabbat meals back then and, like most weeks, I was expecting a lot of friends. Twenty-five people staggered in on that particularly snowy night. With big coats and heavy boots left at the door, guests squished together around my table chatting, singing and eating the dishes I had carefully prepared the night before. It was perfect. And then it wasn’t. While everyone was laughing and having a ball between chicken and dessert, I looked around at all of these friends I had made and suddenly realized I felt totally empty and alone. It was a painful, frightening moment for me and I knew something had to change.