Slices of Life
He was just a man with calloused hands, shaping falafel balls, and making a parnassah
Slices of Life
At first, I pitied his abnormal childhood. I couldn’t help comparing his memories to my own
Slices of Life
Only if I look strange, American girl that I am, coming for stuffed peppers and “blintches” and mashed potatoes with tzimmes
Slices of Life
Because for us time stopped in March, right after Purim, and it hasn’t passed by so much as crept
Slices of Life
It became our place to get away from Brooklyn on summer Sundays and the occasional weeknight