Family Tempo
Ari followed her hand to the water. His jaw fell. He yanked off his sweatshirt, kicked off his shoes, took three large steps back, sprinted and… jumped.
LifeTakes
Exaggerating my youthful naïveté had been my standard way to deal with Israeli bureaucracy during all the years we lived in Israel
Windows
I couldn’t believe it. How did they know who was at the door? And what I was there for? How could they be so cruel?
Family Tempo
How fragile does a person have to be for their mood to be controlled by the color of the sky?
LifeTakes
Little boys at bedtime get happy endings. “And the president gave him one.” I was about to start the explanation when my phone buzzed