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Jewish Xylem and Academic Phloem: My Life as a Plant Physiologist

In Personal Interest, Spring 2011 Issue on May 21, 2011 at 12:37 am

By Lauren Spitz

After living my entire life in or around Philadelphia (and college in upstate New York), I got accepted to graduate school at UC Santa Cruz. I was excited to relive the epic tale of the forefathers of this country, “Go west!” I had no idea that California was going to be so different from Philadelphia. It’s the same country. We eat the same food and drive the same cars. We’re all Americans, right?! Yet I had no idea how far apart the east and west coasts of this country actually were until I drove the entire length last September. Read the rest of this entry »

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My Jewish Grandfather: The Life of Leo

In Personal Interest, Spring 2011 Issue on May 21, 2011 at 12:35 am

By Robbie Pleasant

Take a moment to think of some historically influential Jews. You may think of Woody Allen, Elie Wiesel, or Albert Einstein. The first person I think of, however, is not anyone you’ll see in history books, but someone whose story is still worth telling; someone who has had a personal and important impact on my life. I’m talking about none other than my grandfather, Leo Schweitzer. Read the rest of this entry »

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On Wings

In Israel, Personal Interest, Spring 2011 Issue on May 21, 2011 at 12:16 am

By Rachel Starr-Glass

“Lech lecha me’artzecha mi’moladetech u’mebeit avicha el ha’aretz asher arecha.”

-(Gen. 12:1).

Just as Avraham, our first patriarch was told; I too heard this startling commandment. “Go to you from your land, from your birth place, and from the home of your father, to the place that I will show to you.” An omnipresent force commanded me to leave; it resonated through the walls of my mother’s mouth. As the metal wings began cutting through sky, and the wheels lost contact with solid ground, the wind was knocked out of my lungs as I realized that my world had rolled onto its back and never would anything return to the way it was. At eleven years old I traveled from Israel to the United States. The black of night swallowed the plane whole: Let there be darkness. Read the rest of this entry »

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