Tag: candles

This week, as we light our candles or oil for the Shabbat-felt-around-the-world, may we remember how fortunate we are to be able to do so in freedom and pure joy.

Hundreds of the Bnei Menashe community from across northeastern India gathered Sunday in the town of Churachandpur in the Indian state of Manipur to light the first Hanukkah candle.

The British coastal resort’s University of Aberystwyth lost $150,000 in tourism income by banning orthodox Jews from lighting candles on Shabbat, a decision that...

The Welsh U. of Aberystwyth declares that lighting Shabbat candles is a fire hazard, nearly 20 years after Jewish tourists have done so every summer.

There's an inherent problem in the rabbinic commandment that we may only watch the Chanukah candles but not use them. It works fine for...

I had often wondered, if Jews love Israel so much, why didn't they just get up and come here. The Mahram's Aliyah attempt showed that Jews did.

I am writing this column as Hurricane Sandy is barreling through the greater New York area, after having sorted a load of clean laundry by the light of a group of yahrtzeit candles and having washed my supper dishes with the aid of a clip on barbeque lamp. My electricity went out almost four hours ago and thoughts of what I did right and what I did wrong in preparation for a one of a kind storm that ironically, bears my name are still fresh in my mind.

Dear Ariana, It was a steep, downhill walk from our bunkhouse to the marquee where we would be lighting Shabbos candles. A weak sun sank lower into the mountains, the sky behind it a hazy yellow with streaks of pink weaving their way through purple accents.

Question: When should women light yom tov candles?

A mother in Beitar Illit (pronounced "ee-leet"), in the Judean Mountains west of Gush Etzion, 6 miles south of Jerusalem, lights Shabbat candles together...

It was erev Simchas Torah and I had just lit my Yom Tov candles. I was rushing to go to hakafos (dancing with the Torah) at my local shul.

Friday was a hectic day. The night before, I had been rushed to the emergency room after feeling unwell. I was released early in the morning, and was given a copy of my EKG. I brought the EKG results to my cardiologist first thing in the morning.

In Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, a troupe of Athenian actors, "rude mechanicals" according to the sprite Puck, meets in the woods to rehearse "the most lamentable comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby." Puck frustrates the efforts of Quince, Snug, Flute, Snout, and Starveling to practice when he turns Bottom into a donkey. "If he come not, then the play is marred: it goes not forward, doth it?" worries Flute, but in the end the play-within-a-play transpires on schedule, with all its absurd disclaimers designed not to frighten the court ladies.

Last year on the seventh morning of Chanukah our phone stopped working. It wasn't completely dead; it was still receiving calls and placing outgoing ones. But there was a funny kind of static on the line.

Michael Gleizer's work is unfortunately all too easy to pigeonhole. You are not likely to ever encounter it in the Whitney Biennial, and you had better not expect to see it selling for hundreds of millions alongside Damien Hirst's works at auction.

Michael Gleizer's work is unfortunately all too easy to pigeonhole. You are not likely to ever encounter it in the Whitney Biennial, and you had better not expect to see it selling for hundreds of millions alongside Damien Hirst's works at auction.

I was thinking of my mother today. I realized that I still have much to learn from this wise woman. G‑d blessed me with my special mother who serves as my role model, my caretaker, my friend, and above all, my inspiration.

Ever since I can remember, my husband's practice has been, like many men, to buy me a lovely bouquet of flowers for Shabbat.

The wide variety of bric-a-brac that fills a soldier's pockets, backpack and other gear becomes the medium of exploration in Tim O'Brien's "The Things They Carried," his examination of Vietnam era soldiers.

What comes to mind when you think of Shabbos? The glow of candles, the beauty of the Shabbos table and the mouth-watering taste of special foods; freshly baked challah, simmering chicken soup and of course, gefilte fish.