Issue 20

Max and Josephine hosted a Passover seder in their Tribeca apartment every year. Although Josephine insisted on playing the role of chef for the holiday,   (more...)

At the Mendel Foundation dinner for past Fellows, I line up with a plate behind the woman with Botticelli hair.   (more...)

Rebecca shakes the canister. The thudding sound is comforting. She imagines peeling off the top later, the macaroons tumbling out in clumps, mildly squashed.   (more...)

The two flies rode one another in a manner that left no room for doubt. They stuck to each other with such determination that it seemed they had merged into one huge insect.   (more...)

This much I know is true: it was the morning after the snow fell, that day when Chicago slept late and woke with uncertain pleasure to thoughts of coffee or tea   (more...)

The detainee was unsure whether to let hope sneak into his heart, and although he wholeheartedly wanted to avoid disappointment, he could not resist   (more...)

"Put that book down!" Mom is yelling from the kitchen, but the only sound I hear is a muffled shriek.   (more...)

I imagine you may be uneasy to see me here. David and Shimmy were determined to keep me out.   (more...)

The three men who came to Curly Hamson’s office by appointment that afternoon had the gloomy aspect of funeral directors   (more...)

When I was a little girl, my grandmother, Hilde, used to tell me that people often could be best described as colors.   (more...)

“Words are the only things that last forever” (Winston Churchill). Let’s say that this isn’t one of those it’s all a dream stories or he’s really a ghost stories   (more...)

Sand. There was sand in the stairwell again. Nathan Carmi stood still and lifted his head, trying to catch sounds from the upper floor.   (more...)

Brenda’s glad it’s only Friday night, that she’ll have more than a full day alone before her father comes over.   (more...)

We didn’t light Shabbat candles on Friday nights or go to synagogue on Saturday mornings, but, with religious procession, we assembled in front of the TV   (more...)

When Andi answered the phone, Grandmother was mid-sentence in panicked speech. These calls were not new, they had been coming with increasing   (more...)

The heavy shadows of night enveloped the small shabby room. The little lamp on the writing table, covered in a very dark shade, casts only a pale glow.   (more...)

The first time that he died, he had been sitting in a café on the Street of the Prophets in Jerusalem pondering the name of his wife’s lover   (more...)

Tobsha Pechersky was hiding from the Nazis. He knew it without knowing it. He didn’t know he knew, but deep inside of him, in the part of him where his love for her resided, he absorbed this knowledge.   (more...)

2:02 AM I march in the dark with my battle ration and climb the ladder up to Guard Post 3 on the bare roof. Corporal Motti is waiting there.   (more...)

And then before she had a chance to turn around, the very first night of the very first Chanukah without him arrived and it was time to make the latkes   (more...)