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Matthue Roth's new picture book is The Gobblings. He also wrote Never Mind the Goldbergs and a bunch of other books without pictures. By day, he writes games for Google. He lives in Brooklyn and keeps a secret diary at matthue.com.
What if there's a non-Hasidic version of every Hasid just waiting out there and living their own life?
If we don't talk about this stuff, who will?
Multiple years into our relationship, I still can’t decide whether I love or hate Cards Against Humanity. It’s a pretty basic card game which touts itself as “a party game for horrible people.” If you’ve ever played Apples to Apples, it’s a really inappropriate version of that — a card will ask, “For my...
I've heard tell of supermarkets on the road where not even the orange juice and bottled water is kosher, where the tiny Ks and Us and Hebrew letters we search for in our secret codes are absent, where even the potato chips and white-bread loaves are baked with lard.
Just what does G-d want us to do? Well, exactly whatever it is we're going to do. That's the hardest part of life, and the best part.
Each day I'd get up at ten or eleven, stroll over to Twin Peaks, an old, luxurious bar with velvet cushions on the benches and drinks served in glasses that you drank with your pinky raised up.
We know that our stories will have happy endings, partly because we are so determined to make the endings happy, and partly because it’s gotta be better than what we have now.
We were sitting on a couch. On the TV, men in tights were causing each other serious pain. “I think I’m standing still,” I said. “I think I need to move.”
Stabbing a 16-year-old girl is not what I think G-d thought of when we got the 613 mitzvos. But writing about the inherent holiness of pizza, or sex ed in yeshivas, or Hasidus in an apocalyptic world...
You crafted me in blood and muscles and imagination,
mashed-up bits and
leftover corners of my ancestry
