Category: fiction

It is said that the death rate slightly increases every year around the Jewish New Year. Some speculate that it is part of the “Who […]

I heard through friends that Calev and his wife had a baby. Most people from Yeshiva were either married or engaged but it wasn’t on […]

It was a quiet night in the neighborhood. No moon; the sky black, streetlights illuminating only a small patch of sidewalk below their shining, the […]

Sitting at her dressing table mirror Vered Marcosa applies lipstick, covers it with a thin film of powder followed by another layer of lipstick. She […]

“A good name is more desirable than great wealth”. Proverbs 22:1 Tuesdays are slow at Emma’s Bagel Café, and that afternoon, Lenny, the former shoe […]

My mother, Tina, was barely more than a chassis now, pillows propped around her to serve as inferior replacements for the evaporated body fat she […]

1939 A doorbell sounded in the distance, but Jeremiah’s brain was occupied with Roberta Steinbaum. He’d known her since third grade but had only recently […]

The building where my boyfriend lived was filled with Jews from Westchester County. When I say “filled” I don’t mean every apartment, on every floor. […]

The new neighbors have a mezuzah on their door. I glimpsed it while walking Dodi around the neighborhood. The lights in the house were off, so I […]

  I went for a walk and then decided to visit an elderly relative staying at a hotel just off the beach. I stood by […]

  (This is the ninth story in a collection called Saving Democracy about the impact of the Great War on the West End in Boston. )    “Shell shock […]

  More than once, his three daughters had all told him that they couldn’t stand Charlotte, but Bernie didn’t mind her. After all, he didn’t […]

  Seven days of mourning; that’s the proscribed ritual.  Elena could hardly heave herself up the stairs to the women’s gallery to attend the convocation […]

  Two yeshiva buchers went for a walk together and came to an unfamiliar village. It was Friday afternoon and Shabbos was swiftly approaching. As […]

  I have a goal to improve myself. The meeting was my best chance to change my life. Deciding on something this important and carrying […]

  Every non-French person has their own image of France, literary, historical, gastronomic, architectural. When I was learning French as a child, I often looked […]

            (A companion piece to ‘This is Stu. Leave a Message’)   This is the hospital they’ve taken me to? Sylvia thinks, looking up from a gurney […]

  She did find the address of the apartment near the Machane Yehuda Market, but her niece Libby wasn’t home. Or didn’t actually live there. It wasn’t […]