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The cicadas are everywhere; in the grass, between the houses, along the pathways and under the garbage cans, but mostly in the trees.

33m read Translated from Hebrew by Gershon Geron and Gwen Ackerman

On a narrow meandering path that makes its way through the fields, sometimes disappearing among the trees...

8m read Translated from Hebrew by Herbert J. Levine and Reena Spicehandler

As he strolled, daydreaming, across the square in the market town of Zyldzce, Menke chanced to brush against the tunic of the Obersturmführer von Graf

24m read

Daylight savings time ended, and it got dark early. I don’t like the dark, but at least it’s easy to disappear in it.

15m read Translated from Hebrew by Yardenne Greenspan

Though it was the end of summer, the heat still waited outside front doors along with the morning newspaper, both boding ill.

20m read Translated from Hebrew by Sondra Silverston

Instead of sprinkling the shiny "mazel tov!" shaped confetti across the white tablecloth, Dovie dumped them out of the package, into a heap on the table...

20m read

"The new year starts when the sun sets," his grandfather says. "And the sun doesn't wait for Jack Luckman."

23m read

Hershel Lévi left Warsaw for Paris in the summer of 1935, taking with him only his miniature theatre...

16m read

All summer everyone talked about how Israeli agents had captured Adolf Eichmann in Buenos Aries.

20m read

This is Rose's lonely time. Papa Joshel out at his pinochle game, the children asleep in bed, Irving working late at the candy store.

31m read

When I gazed up at my teacher's kind face from my desk in the front row, his bald head always reminded me of a leftover party balloon floating toward the ceiling.

6m read

Dear reader, it's not her goodness, her piety, her benevolence that I want to tell you about. Her name was Deborah, and in Bodovitz you only needed to say, "According to Deborah,"

8m read Translated from Yiddish by Jane Peppler

Isaac heard laughter and then his name. His granddaughter Ellen and her husband Steve were entertaining friends in the living room of their high-rise apartment.

18m read

One secretary worked for both congregations, and on her desk sat two phones. She answered one, "Shalom, Temple Emuna," and the other, "Hello, St. Anne's Episcopal Church."

20m read

"She's running late," I say, leaning against the window frame, watching the sun go down.

9m read

Hadas Benayoun grinds spices. Every morning, the palms of her hands are a new color – bloody paprika, or the marigold splendor of turmeric...

16m read

Now, so long after that cold dark February afternoon, I feel the trembling of her hands in my own as I take an envelope, emblazoned with a foreign postage stamp

25m read

She gets out of the airport taxi. As the air conditioned air dissipates, heat hits her like a wave. Israel in July. "Thank you," she says in schoolgirl Hebrew.

28m read