“I am Wolf,” said the gray-bearded man standing over him. “I know why you’re here.”
I'm a writer, teacher, and actress; I'm a fiction editor for sassonmag.com ********** I teach kids and adults to write, act, sing, dance, and make puppets.******** I labor in workshops with fellow writers.******** I wrote an original kosher soap opera for Aviva Productions, which they still haven’t used.******** My stories and articles have appeared in Ami Magazine, Hamodia, Mishpacha, The Lakewood Shopper, and secular publications; one got first prize at the Moondance Film Festival.******** I acted in three films (Tel Aviv, New York, Boston), including Rama Burshtein’s award winning film, “Fill the Void” [the part was cut out but it's a good film anyway] ******** I wrote and directed original plays in Israel and New York.******** I wrote and directed two films at a youth club in New York. One was screened at Lincoln Center.******** I’m a grandmother and live on a mirage in the Negev Desert.
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Zack was lonely, but he told himself lies.
It was worth the divorce and second marriage, just to taste that magical thing called humility, which is what people got from being slaves in Egypt.
Grandma eyed the doctor suspiciously. “Who are you?”
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Manny called the base and said he’ll come back, but he didn’t. The commanders called five times a day. Manny eventually gave himself up and did time in jail.
“What’s the big deal,” said Emma. “It’s only an old diary.”
You are going to hate me for this: Just because of some lousy seaweed you leave your husband to make Shabbos alone in the middle of winter, with no clue where to find his wife and children.
None of Cynthia’s friends came from such a crazy home.
“It’s a permit to bulldoze my chicken coop,” said Dad. “The Mayor signed it.”
Grandma had a secret treasure, and she kept it buried in the dirt under the chicken wire somewhere, and that’s where she kept all her secrets, plus the addresses of her special friends.
Joe huffed. “How fast do you want me to get married?”
“I can be objective,” Joe declared, standing up straight.
After Shabbat, the nightmare started.
Or maybe G-d was getting us ready for something fantastic.
And then they squeezed into the car.