bs”d Chapter Seventeen, Part Two Joe got out of the elevator on Saturday night on the twelfth floor and dragged himself over to the apartment at the end of the hallway. He was clammy and exhausted and only wanted to sit down. He knocked on the door and leaned against the mantle Read more
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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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.
Frieda’s roof, with the hundred cinder blocks piled on top, wobbled in the wind. This scared her.
Eli feels he’s choking; it’s too much; it’s not him.
Are we doomed to a world that’s all sweetness and light?
The Damsel Naturally, since the disastrous incident, Abba wouldn’t let her out of his sight. But Ita had changed. All week during Hanukkah she did not once doze off as in previous years; this time she stared long and hard into the flames until they flickered out. She felt the light healing her soul and Read more
“How long will you sleep, O Lazybones?” I woke up with a start; it was five in the morning and my cousin Levi was practicing Perek Shira, The Song of the Universe, with the rooster and the dog in our backyard. From the sound of it, Levi had the song all memorized, but the animals Read more