Writers
Amy Krouse Rosenthal’s Poignant Farewell To Husband — And All Of Us
I don’t know Amy Krouse Rosenthal. But, like a lot of people in Chicago and now on the internet, I feel I do. She’s the author of last week’s devastating New York Times Modern Love essay, “You May Want To Marry My Husband,” a love letter to her husband, Jason, in the form of a personal ad, written as she dies from cancer.
Joan Rivers vs. Writers Guild of America
“Fashion Police” guru Joan Rivers is in hot water with the Writers Guild of America.
How Do You Solve a Problem Like the VIDA Count?
There are many things women can do as journalists and writers to pitch, to target editors and more. But for readers and writers or literature, the change starts on our bookshelves. Nothing will change until men read women.
Part V: Writing in My Father’s Footsteps
After the battle at Tamra, my father’s commander, Norm Schutzman, moved the men of B-Company up to the coast North of Haifa for more training. In late fall, Schutzman received orders that the entire 7th Brigade, including his company, was to clear the Galilee of Arab troops to the Lebanese border.
Machal: Remembering Mickey Marcus
Filmmaker Mike Nedelman attends Colonol David “Mickey” Marcus’s memorial service at the West Point Jewish Chapel and speaks to the veterans who fought alongside him in the war for Israel’s independence.
Part IV: Writing in My Father’s Footsteps
Prior to the arrival of my father and the first wave of Machalniks in May 1948, the fledgling Israeli army had taken huge losses. These losses weren’t simply because the soldiers were heavily outnumbered, but because the Israeli army had not yet become a unit: It was still a disorganized patchwork quilt of antagonistic freedom fighters (including the Irgun, led by Menachem Begin — the group responsible for the rescue of political prisoners from the British prison in Acre a year earlier), World War II vets and concentration camp survivors, all waiting for weapons and equipment to bypass the blockade.
Part III: Writing in My Father’s Footsteps
My father arrived in Marseilles in late July 1948, as a lace salesman from Belgium. Gloria Kessler, a nurse working at a hospital in Chicago, had decided to give up her career to smuggle herself into Palestine to help. She, too, received falsified documents from Teddy Kollek at the Hotel Fourteen and remembers sailing with my father to Marseilles from New York. Once they arrived in France, my father met three more American volunteers: Frank Perlman, Jack Shulman and Ralph Lowenstein.
Part II: Writing in My Father’s Footsteps
When my father was 9, his mother, Bessie, developed cancer. At the age of 12, my father returned home from school to find all the mirrors in his home covered; Bessie had passed away, and my father was told by his father, Bennie, a fruit salesman, that Bessie had died because my father had been “bad.” Bennie decided he could not care for his son, and for five years my father was passed around from relative to relative.
Part I: Writing in My Father’s Footsteps
This is a story of loyalty and betrayal. It’s a story of bravery and subtlety, of mortal stakes on a global stage. It is also a thrilling story filled with “cloak-and-dagger elements,” featuring storied American men both famous and infamous: Harry Truman, Mickey Marcus, Hank Greenspun, Jimmy Hoffa and Charles Winters (the man who was recently posthumously pardoned by President Bush), just to name a few. It is a story of unknown heroes, as well: Norm Schutzman, Ralph Lowenstein, Si Spiegelman, Paul Kaye. And, as it turns out, it is also a story of my father.
Don't Worry Striking Writers, JVoices Is Right Behind You
The blog, JVoices, is following the lead of a number of TV-related blogs that suspended publication for a day in solidarity with the striking writers. But, JVoices notes, they’re taking things one step further.