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Time will be mine if I hold onto it long enough. Appreciate. Appreciate what you have. But will there ever be a sign that my time has arrived?
12m read
She had come before. A tall full woman with milky arms who ran her fingers over the backs of his chairs.
18m read
Rabbi Gordon Kleinwasser—fifty-one, unhappily married, and unsure of God’s existence—stroked his graying goatee and waited for the storm to erupt as Mrs. Myra Enfeld strode into his office and sat down in front of his desk...
15m read
As he cleared the coffee cups and breakfast dishes from the kitchen table, Ezra Kaufmann saw his wife, Rachel, getting ready to go off to her job as a middle school teacher...
28m read
"Rain!" Beni''s shout roused the children like a siren. Within seconds, as if they had practiced this scenario daily, the children abandoned whatever they were doing...
The gym is filling up with people in their finest, fanciest clothes. No, they have not come to work out in their suits and dresses. They’re here for Yom Kippur.
37m read
Years ago, I spent a Yom Kippur in Buenos Aires unlike any other. One moment of it in particular still haunts me.
9m read
On the day after Labor Day, sun slanting through Annie's bedroom blinds already looks like autumn, the white glare of summer faded to muted orange.
26m read
Aaron stood at Gemma's bedroom door, listening to her giggle. He couldn't remember the last time he'd heard his daughter laugh.
16m read
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
