Issue 33

There was an eminent woman in town, from a good family, who would read Scripture and review Mishnah and Midrash   (more...)

We were walking around the East End of London and we were worn out. By the sun, and by the sense of history   (more...)

“I need to forget everything,” Hannah wrote to Johan   (more...)

They had been in haste, that was Shira’s lasting memory of those times, those days. Two years had passed   (more...)

We were strolling along the shore of Lake Ladoga: Lyonya Kogan, my friend from the days of our youth   (more...)

From a distance, they were a tall, handsome couple. The man was wearing an elegant business suit   (more...)

The waves of the holy Galilee Lake in Israel rhythmically leave and return to my veiny old ankles   (more...)

“My father never went back there,” said Mrs. Dobrovsky bitterly. Outside the window of her room danced the boundless   (more...)

What is the meaning of food in our culture? Bubbie’s lunch invitation just after Passover emphasizing explicitly just us   (more...)

Nathanial made a sudden U-turn and pointed the Chevy pickup toward   (more...)

Having unintentionally left his mother to die alone at Our Lady of Mercy several years before, Malcolm was determined to remain with his father until the end.   (more...)

I don’t remember the first time I asked where my grandparents were. I was aware that all my neighbourhood friends had grandparents. They came to visit   (more...)