Calligraphy
What was it about this woman that unnerved him? Was it her pride in her job? Her unfamiliarity with the obvious? The ...
Calligraphy
“Crazy! Who ever heard of a chassidishe meidel arranging things with a shadchan by herself? Her parents know nothing — she just goes ahead and meets a boy? And to a what? A modern ...
Calligraphy
Everyone was looking at him now. The way the menahel was saying it in that special tone of voice he used when he was trying to sound cheerful but really wasn’t, made Yoni suspect ...
Calligraphy
Listen, it’s your first Yom Tov back home as a married lady. It’s normal to be nervous. She casts a quick glance ...
Calligraphy
The older girl smirked. “Catch,” she said. She tossed Chaya the DVD. Chaya fumbled and blushed, but she caught it.
Calligraphy
“Why would Hashem want me to suffer so much humiliation from being with my sister-in-law all Yom Tov? I mean, you kn ...
Calligraphy
When he had married Tzivi, his in-laws had provided an apartment. Stuck in Yerushalayim. He felt a red shame creep up his face. You sheigetz! This is Yerushalayim.
Calligraphy
Once you passed a certain age, he maintained, learning was an indulgence to be reserved for the early hours of the morning, and a little more at night — before, or after, one work ...
Calligraphy
Talk. That’s all his father ever does, and he never remembers to leave some silent space to listen to anyone else’s words.
Windows
What would Lena think of red gelatin blood, ping-pong balls, and plastic rings?
Profiles
"If you want to understand who I am, and what gave me the strength to do the things I’ve done, I have to tell you about my parents and my childhood home.”
