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You were younger then than I am now. You sat on the board and gripped the metal chains. I stood behind you and pushed the swing.
54m read Translated from Hebrew by Judy Kupferman
Leaving the candidate's file on the mahogany desk, in his study at home, was the first thing that Moss Erlich fumbled that day.
17m read
On Purim Irena prepares a platter of hamentashen and dried fruit...
19m read Translated from Hebrew by Jeffrey M. Green
Teaching a writing class in a retirement home – well, that really marked the point of no return.
10m read Translated from Hebrew by Yaron Regev
I cannot recite the street names of Tel Aviv by heart because I have not lived there. And when Amnon stuck his head out the window to ask me to run to the makolet for a lemon...
15m read
"C'mon in," I say. "Thank you for coming. I'm Sol Gedenkenman. That's right, the one who called the funeral home. Yes, that's right, he was my uncle."
31m read
