Monthly Archives: September 2009

Retreat to Advance

by Rabbi Daniel Lapen

Have you ever experienced intense frustration trying to recall something?  Perhaps it is the name of someone you want to call.  Sometimes it is a tune that is dancing around your mind just out of memory’s reach.  There was an item that my wife asked me to pick up at the store.  “Write it down [...]

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STATE OF RACE

by Stan Lerner

Over the weekend the state of race relations in America came to mind…Seventy-five thousand protestors marched against President Obama’s agenda…Serena Williams had a meltdown at the U.S. Open…Kanye West went thug at the MTV Video Music Awards…And I attended my friend Kim’s Gospel Brunch in Beverly Hills. All of these events, except for my brunch, [...]

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MOVIE REVIEW: I CAN DO BAD ALL BY MYSELF

by Debbie Lynn Elias

I have long enjoyed much of Tyler Perry’s work.  Generally one of the token Caucasian press at screenings or press junkets, I have often felt Perry’s work has elevated beyond that of a stereotypical caricature African-American and successfully crossed over into every demographic with character traits relatable to every ethnicity, demographic and religion. More than [...]

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MOVIE REVIEW: EXTRACT

by Debbie Lynn Elias

What man writes a script – a comedy no less – that has a character who gets his testicles blown off?  A woman writing it, I would believe.  But a guy?  Well, leave it to Mike Judge, the brains behind “Beavis & Butthead”, “Office Space” and “Idiocracy”, to do just that.  A man who you [...]

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ROAD TO NOWHERE—BIG MOUNTAIN

by Stan Lerner

The email from Tilly on facebook said something to the effect, “I think you may know Paula Greenstein. And if you’re in Montana, anywhere near Whitefish, I think she owns a restaurant there called Wasabi—it’s supposed to be really good.” I read the email again, amazed at the Lord’s hand in all affairs. I had [...]

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ROAD TO NOWHERE PART VI

by Stan Lerner

Although I’d become accustomed to the forward motion of a life lived on wheels, a few days in Missoula were an extraordinary detour into the Land of Normal. True, this was not my idea; indeed it was Mike who thought it best to give my old-body a few days of healing time before moving on. [...]

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