Fiction
That Year
That year, all our fathers had died or were getting ready to, and they were not taking it well, that is for sure.
That year, all our fathers had died or were getting ready to, and they were not taking it well, that is for sure.
That this trip isn’t the stupidest thing he’ll ever do That they won’t drive o…
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Suddenly A thousand seagulls rise off the river behind my classroom. Facing the back windows, I watch the birds fly
A low-grade, persistent terror plagued me throughout the summer before sixth grade, because in June I’d found out I was to spend the next year in Rabbi Friedberg’s class at my Orthodox Jewish Hebrew school.
It is one thing to be bad with money when you have it, and quite another to be bad with it when you don’t. My mother gave away what little she had, mostly because she had been taught that every poor person she met was the Lord in disguise, testing her love.
At 3 AM my eyes snap open. It’s been about fifteen hours since my last fix, and I’m already edging into withdrawal. With a sigh I get out of bed and head down to the basement to make a cup of tea from my store of opium poppies.
The morning after my fourth-grade teacher taught my class about the Holocaust (how Christians…