American Jews – especially those working on campus – don't accept that we have a battle on our hands.
Much has been written about President Shimon Peres's promises to grant the Vatican official status in Jerusalem and control over its holy sites.
MK Akunis said “there is not one member of the coalition who opposes the fact that negotiations are taking place.”
The Palestinians were unhappy with Kerry for being biased, now they are angry with Livni for daring to criticize Abbas.
In general, the regions these days hosts unchanging, repetitious and dreary news.
But the most painful part of an otherwise illuminating and extraordinary Forum was Iranian President Rouhani's speech.
Peace cannot be defined as the goal of a state.
Obama is placing all the pressure on 16 Senators from his own party rather than squarely on the Iranians.
Oman will grant Iran a strategic location on a mountain overlooking the whole gulf region.
German Foreign Minister Frank-Walter Steinmeieris is browbeating Israel in public.
President Obama’s core argument on a Middle East peace process is still founded on incorrect assumptions.
This past Shabbos, as we read the weekly Torah portion of Bishalach, my son suddenly said to me, “Dad, I have a feeling Sharon is going to pass away today, because we just read his name in Az Yashir [the Song of the Sea] where it says ‘arik charbi.’ ”
The communities of Gush Katif were miraculous.
Once upon a time in America, every adult could recite at least some Spenglerian theory of decline.
The right-wing Mattot Arim organization annually rates rightist MKs.
One of the claims made by pro-Arab interests on Jerusalem is against archaeological findings.
Proud as I am of my daughter’s enthusiasm and her proclivity for outreach, I somehow can’t shake a niggling regret that it had to be in Germany. As the daughter of a Hungarian mother who escaped deportation by running with her family from the Nazis and the daughter-in-law of a Dutch Jewish man whose parents were shot by the Nazis and who was liberated from Bergen Belsen at the age of 12, I am one generation closer to the Holocaust than my daughter. And one degree closer to the idea of shunning anything and everything German.