My husband chews a pen as he calls Directory Enquiries. Hirschlander from N16, London, he asks. There are six numbers and he takes down all of them. He’s looking for Uri Hirschlander, he explains once, twice, four times. The fifth number has a lead. “Oh, you mean our nephew? He moved to Baltimore. Or was
I am a home day-care provider. I love the kids I spend my day with. It’s some of their mothers that I don’t like. Lots of people annoyed me when I was younger and less experienced — the mother who brought her baby with a dirty diaper every single day, and the ones who dropped off
As I walked across the large stone slabs of the teacher’s entrance, I couldn’t help feeling that I was leaving half my life behind
Emes is not about a crashing orchestra, a vision of high drama. Jewish life is the tiny silver chime of truth.
“Who will laugh with me when I mention Kalman’s name? Who will chuckle at the memory of the broken vase that I hid under my pillow?”
