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Chana was ten years old when her father, the rabbi, following his doctor's advice, moved to a summer house in the woods that belonged to Yutka, the landowner.

9m read Translated from Hebrew by Zeva Shapiro

We've just come home from burying Mama. I'm going to take a bath, says Ruti, who pretends to be such a clean freak

8m read Translated from Spanish by Andrea G. Labinger

It wasn't Catcher in the Rye, or The Foundation Trilogy, or even Henry Miller that caught Moishe's attention.

28m read

When asked where he lived as part of the Mini-Mental memory test, the old man couldn't answer.

10m read Translated from Hebrew by Daniella Zamir

It was in the summer of that year that the last literary critic died. People did not remember his death.

18m read Translated from Hebrew by Yaron Regev

Yes, he reflected at the end of a wonderful day, Proust was surely right that through chance encounters with textures...

30m read

My friend Stevie had not been home to San Rodeo in many years. We didn't think his estrangement from his family particularly severe...

23m read

He was small, skinny, timid, eyes always downcast. She the opposite, big, full-bodied, a Jewish Cossack...

15m read Translated from Yiddish by Ronnee Jaeger

I lost both my grandfather and my best friend in July. Zayde proved easier to mourn – there was family, a funeral...

30m read

Deep down, do I believe in magic and spells? Is the belief in ghosts congenital? Grandma Nahonum would say...

28m read Translated from Hebrew by Yardenne Greenspan

The High Holiday season came late that year; there was already a nip in the air at night, and the leaves were starting to turn.

29m read

Not long ago, a poor and solitary rabbinical student named Frieda Goldstein decided that she would create for herself a...

25m read

“Can you tell me how the contract thing works?” Joni asks, and Rob’s face burns. Not that the question is in any way risqué

25m read

I am a judge. Most of the time I listen to other people's stories, but now I feel the need to share one of my own.

27m read

Milo had run out of Hungary. He was a dark broad guy with not a hint of the pain he must have felt leaving everyone behind.

21m read

As a child, I expressed myself best in Yiddish, long before I could speak English

14m read

The pilot asked us not to use phones until we were out of the aircraft, but no-one took any notice.

16m read

The Russian authorities smashed the keyboard of my piano. Someone was enraged that a Jew would own such

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