This moment had been on my horizon for four months and a week. In late April, from the bed I occupied in the Emory University Hospital cardiac unit, I worried aloud that it might not be possible. Would I be able to do this? On that occasion I was slapped…

I doubt that motorists speeding along Roswell Road at sunset on Aug. 17 noticed that a few dozen people were gathered on the south side of the Interstate 75 overpass, on a sidewalk near the parking lot of a Mexican restaurant. I wonder if any of them have ever pulled…

The wheels on the Etgar 36 bus have stopped going ‘round and ‘round. Over 20 summers, Billy Planer took more than 600 teenagers on a multi-week, cross-country journey, exploring history, culture, contentious issues — all the while teaching the value of listening for the sake of conversation rather than confrontation. …

Israel’s political crisis has muddled further the meaning of the already ambiguous phrase “pro-Israel.” Are you “pro-Israel” if you back the judicial “reform” laws making their way through the Knesset, engineered by Israel’s longest-serving prime minister and the most right-wing government in its 75-year history? Or are you “pro-Israel” if…

Four months after a bill to define antisemitism was kicked to the curb by the Georgia Senate, a mix of rebuttal, resentment, and recrimination is being vented. — Republican Sen. Ed Setzler makes no bones about actions he felt were necessary to derail legislation that he labels as “outrageously broad” and “dangerously vague.” Jewish Democratic Rep. Esther Panitch, meanwhile, insists that House Bill 30 was mischaracterized, misunderstood, and mistreated in the Senate.

In recent years, this column has regaled (or bored) readers with tales from our garden, reports on the planting, growing, harvesting, and eating of home-grown fruits and vegetables. This year — until now — readers have been spared such updates, as for more than two months my health did not…

“The road ahead will be long and slow, requiring patience and perseverance.” Those words, which appeared in my May 5 column — “My Heart Attack Has a Nickname” — were the last I wrote, until this column. At the time, I had hoped that the stent implanted in my left…

In technical terms, what I suffered on the next-to-last Friday in April was a STEMI, a ST Elevation Myocardial Infarction. This type of heart attack, defined by blockage of a major artery and dying heart muscle, has a nickname: “The widowmaker.” I knew I was in trouble when I woke…

It’s just a hat. It’s a thing. I should not get upset over a thing. Get The AJT Newsletter by email and never miss our top stories Free Sign Up That’s what I told myself as we prepared to leave after a three-day trip to Chicago, all the while mentally…