Issue 25

Chana was ten years old when her father, the rabbi, following his doctor’s advice, moved to a summer house in the woods that belonged to Yutka, the landowner.   (more...)

We’ve just come home from burying Mama. I’m going to take a bath, says Ruti, who pretends to be such a clean freak   (more...)

It wasn’t Catcher in the Rye, or The Foundation Trilogy, or even Henry Miller that caught Moishe’s attention.   (more...)

When asked where he lived as part of the Mini-Mental memory test, the old man couldn’t answer.   (more...)

It was in the summer of that year that the last literary critic died. People did not remember his death.   (more...)

Yes, he reflected at the end of a wonderful day, Proust was surely right that through chance encounters with textures...   (more...)

My friend Stevie had not been home to San Rodeo in many years. We didn’t think his estrangement from his family particularly severe...   (more...)

He was small, skinny, timid, eyes always downcast. She the opposite, big, full-bodied, a Jewish Cossack...   (more...)

I lost both my grandfather and my best friend in July. Zayde proved easier to mourn – there was family, a funeral...   (more...)

Deep down, do I believe in magic and spells? Is the belief in ghosts congenital? Grandma Nahonum would say...   (more...)

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.   (more...)

Not long ago, a poor and solitary rabbinical student named Frieda Goldstein decided that she would create for herself a...   (more...)

“Can you tell me how the contract thing works?” Joni asks, and Rob’s face burns. Not that the question is in any way risqué   (more...)

I am a judge. Most of the time I listen to other people’s stories, but now I feel the need to share one of my own.   (more...)

Milo had run out of Hungary. He was a dark broad guy with not a hint of the pain he must have felt leaving everyone behind.   (more...)

As a child, I expressed myself best in Yiddish, long before I could speak English   (more...)

The pilot asked us not to use phones until we were out of the aircraft, but no-one took any notice.   (more...)

The Russian authorities smashed the keyboard of my piano. Someone was enraged that a Jew would own such   (more...)