Issue 29

Every evening he comes home to his large, disquieting room and drinks tea and talks with his daughter.   (more...)

Shira sat between Ben and Liz, her damp hands clutching both Ben’s and Liz’s as the lights went down.   (more...)

They asked too many questions, Jonathan and Chayim, these boys of hers. They wanted to know about her past   (more...)

Mrs. Gold’s doctor had suggested to Lisa that she send her mother to a morning club for the elderly   (more...)

When the shofar blasted, it rang loud and heavy, weighing down the ears of the living   (more...)

They say that every problem has a solution. What they could add is that given enough money that solution can usually be found.   (more...)

Two full days in Cooperstown? Sounded a bit long to Jeremiah, but the trip was his son-in-law’s idea   (more...)

The day after Mom came back from her second stay in the mental hospital, a new literature teacher took charge of our class.   (more...)

It all started when Sergei, Mr. Gold, and I were sitting together at the bus station on Ben Yehuda Street   (more...)

It is said that if you let a child develop its own language without any outside influence, that language would be strikingly similar to Hebrew.   (more...)

Ever since his grandfather tossed empty packs of Camels and Danny lined them up pretending his caravan was heading to hidden pools of water   (more...)

On our last day together in Israel, my brother and I were called into our grandmother’s room.   (more...)