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Except for a pat on the back and a muffled thank you, the haircuts my brother-in-law gave me were free...
18m read
"What you want and what you get are two different stories." Grandma's motto. That's what went through my mind when a call from Abba stopped me...
31m read Translated from Hebrew by Shira Atik
In his little Brooklyn synagogue, the retired dentist Howard Sherman had become a complainer: the chairs are uncomfortable, it takes forever to get a minyan, the cholent is tasteless...
It happened on one of those Saturdays when we rose early, leaving the children to sleep in, and drove off to view houses.
48m read Translated from Hebrew by Joanna Chen
"You're not dead? I'm going to kill you!" "I'm okay," I say, but that doesn't stop my mother from yelling...
15m read
Chaim Soutine wakes with the sun, feeling awful. His joints are stiff, his guts wound tight about the crucible of his belly.
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The bedroom remains protected. I lie in bed and David comes in. He is holding a white diaper in his hand and dragging it on the floor, cleaning up his soft bare footsteps behind him...
51m read Translated from Hebrew by Dalya Bilu
When his stepson asked for help with a school project, Paul Haberman agreed without hesitation. It was early May of 1991, ten years after Paul had joined the family...
31m read
Along the northeastern wall of the Cementerio Israelita, in the town of La Tablada, province of Buenos Aires, Argentina, are several rows of neat, evenly spaced, gravestones.
