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April 9, 2014

Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Jessica Ivins: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

Dana Dovey: Coffee Drinkers Rejoice! Your Cup Of Joe Can Prevent Death From Liver Disease

Chris Weller: Electric 'Thinking Cap' Puts Your Brain Power Into High Gear

The Kosher Gourmet by Marlene Parrish A gift of hazelnuts keeps giving --- for a variety of nutty recipes: Entree, side, soup, dessert

April 4, 2014

Rabbi David Gutterman: The Word for Nothing Means Everything

Charles Krauthammer: Kerry's folly, Chapter 3

Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

John Ericson: Older Women: Save Your Heart, Prevent Stroke Don't Drink Diet

John Ericson: Why 50 million Americans will still have spring allergies after taking meds

Cameron Huddleston: Best and Worst Buys of April 2014

Stacy Rapacon: Great Mutual Funds for Young Investors

Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

The Kosher Gourmet by Sharon Thompson Anyone can make a salad, you say. But can they make a great salad? (SECRETS, TESTED TECHNIQUES + 4 RECIPES, INCLUDING DRESSINGS)

April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

Dan Barry: Should South Carolina Jews be forced to maintain this chimney built by Germans serving the Nazis?

Mayra Bitsko: Save me! An alien took over my child's personality

Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Ways to Save on Home Decor

The Kosher Gourmet by Steve Petusevsky Exploring ingredients as edible-stuffed containers (TWO RECIPES + TIPS & TECHINQUES)

Jewish World Review July 19, 2012/ 29 Tamuz, 5772

Helping a friend find the way

By Sharon Randall

http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | What makes a friendship?

Six years ago, I left my life in California to start a new life with my new husband in a new world called Las Vegas. I hoped to stay connected to old friends, and also make a few new ones.

It hasn't been easy. Keeping and making friends takes time and energy, not to mention attention, all of which I often seem to be in short supply.

Lucky for me, my old friends are better at friendship than I am. I will forever be grateful for how they've held onto me.

And new friends? Well, they may be few in number, but they are stellar in how they shine.

Linda is my "oasis in the desert," the kind of friend you can pour out your heart to and know she'll keep it safe until you're ready to take it back.

Diana is a "money in the bank" kind of friend, one you don't see as often as you'd like, but can count on if you need her.

Janette works at Trader Joe's, my favorite grocery store and home away from home. She hands out food samples. I like to eat. When I broke my foot and couldn't drive, she offered to pick up whatever I needed and drop it off at my house. If that's not friendship, what is?

And then there's Yolanda. That's not her real name, but she looks like a Yolanda to me. I wish you could see her.

I'm not sure Yolanda liked me at first. Maybe she still doesn't. But I'm definitely growing on her. We all have our gifts. Mine is wearability. I'm not the fanciest shell on the beach, but I won't cut a hole in your flip-flop.

Yolanda seems to know this. She finds me interesting. I find her delightful. Our meetings are brief, but memorable. Especially this morning, when I found her in the rafters of my garage.

Yolanda is a black-chinned hummingbird. I met her soon after moving here. I was sitting on the patio missing California, when I heard a humming by my ear. I looked up and there she was, looking back at me. I held my breath until she buzzed away, then I laughed out loud.

That was the first of countless encounters. She tolerates me, but she's sweet on my husband. Not that I blame her. He's easy on your flip-flops, too. When he plays guitar, she acts as if he's playing just for her. Which he is.

This morning I left the garage door open for a bit, and when I went out to close it, there was Yolanda darting frantically about in the space between the rafters and the raised door. It was hot up there, 400 degrees, give or take. I waved my arms, tried to direct her, but she could not seem to find her way out.

I thought of a hummingbird my grandmother once found speared by its beak in the screen door. She kept it for years in a jar, perfectly intact, beautiful even in death -- but not half so beautiful as Yolanda in flight.

Suddenly I remembered the flowers my husband had given me: Gladiolas, red and yellow, colors that hummers and I love.

I ran inside, grabbed the vase, ran back to the garage sloshing water, set the vase on the floor of the garage and waited.

It took only a moment for her to spot them. She swooped down for a closer look, then vanished out the open door.

Next time I saw her she was nosing her beak into the feeder. I could almost swear she smiled and dipped a wing at me.

Some days, more than others, it helps me to remember the things I can and cannot do.

I cannot right all the wrongs in the world. I cannot make it safe for our children, yours and mine. I cannot stop a madman from standing up in a theater and shooting innocent people.

But I can do the best that I can, right a few wrongs, refuse to live in fear, treasure every day as if it's my first and my last. And maybe, if I'm lucky, I can help a friend find her way.

I don't know if it helped Yolanda. But it helped me.

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