Fiction
On one of my first visits to Eretz Yisrael, my family went on a guided tour of Yerushalayim. At one point, close to the end of a scorching day, we sat in front of a fig tree for a short rest while the tour guide spoke. There was a steal-the-show aroma coming from that tree,
Gila Arnold
Fiction
Tamar's life felt all wrong. Did the Sorting Sheitel make a mistake?
Gila Arnold