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In a long poem written in 1960, when I was thirty-one years old, I described myself as “Split at the root, neither Gentile nor Jew, / Yankee nor Rebel.” I was still trying to have it both ways: to be…
The same. Three days later.Max is moving rocks. Horst is putting the rock pile into neat order.Horst:The air is fresh today. Clean.[Max hands Horst a needle and a thread as he passes the…
Two am. Roy’s hospital room. Roy’s body is on the bed. Ethel is sitting in a chair. Belize enters, then calls off in a whisper.Belize:Hurry.(Louis enters wearing an overcoat and dark sunglasses.)Louis…
I am an Orthodox rabbi and I am gay. For a long while I denied, rejected, railed against this truth. The life story that I had wanted—wife, kids, and a family that modeled Torah and hesed—turned out…
The creator of the popular ritual of placing an orange on the Seder plate describes exactly how this innovation arose, its intended significance, and the problematic erasure of its origins.
Three Russians who didn’t understand Hebrew sat in the back of the synagogue. One was missing an arm. Two Polish Jews sat in front of them. One had his place by the partition so that he could stretch…
Barry had joined the school three weeks earlier, at the start of the sixth form. There was a tradition at the school that any new boy would be ignored by everyone except the Christians for roughly a…
Gutke found her journal at the bottom of her midwife’s bag and opened it for the first time that year:
Even with my talent for visions, I never would have guessed half of what happened. I suppose that…
Ned’s apartment. It is stark, modern, all black and white. Felix comes walking in from another room with a beer, and Ned follows, carrying one, too.Felix:That’s quite a library in there…