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
“Don’t get all Gemara on me!” Erica cried. “Just answer the question!”
The birth of a child is a blessing for any family, but for our family my son Joshua’s birth was also an affirmation.
“Hello Joey,” she said as she came closer, startling him.
Sasson Mag regular Joseph Cox has been enthralling readers with his ‘Torah Shorts’ fiction here on the site for months. But Joseph’s own life-story is every bit as gripping – and unusual – as his fiction writing.
Joseph spoke in Lashon HaKodesh to prove to his brothers that although he remained in Egypt for many years, he had maintained the degree of purity and holiness required to retain the language.
How he wished he had a horse like that!
. “Just don’t get so frum that you never talk to me again,” she warned him coldly.
“What’s the big deal,” said Emma. “It’s only an old diary.”
“Your fourteen-year-old got in line for the roller coaster and started talking to some secular girl in a mini skirt.