A story about one man and G-d, and what their moment foretold for the rest of us.
Noah’s brother and son in law each take one of Noah’s arms. If they were to let go even for a moment, he would fall into the open grave from sheer anguish.
As the first scoop of dirt hits his son’s casket, Noah drops to his knees and he moans, almost as a whisper —or an afterthought. The sound that passes from his lips is unearthly.
No angel of G0d came, no replacement animal happened by the scene. Abraham slashed down at the neck of his blessed son, spilling his blood on the holy mountain.
Sarah Tuttle-Singer tells a gut-wrenching story about the moments after her mother died, and the man she met briefly who transformed her experience.
Something changed for our family as we experienced terror and went from the fourth night of Chanukah, to the fifth.
A story about a terror victim's mother preparing for their new normal.
A fictional story about the deep need to be a creator, to bring something real into this world, something that is uniquely ours.
Reuven Chaim Moshe Ben Moshe Chaim Reuven stared out the pod bay window. Another distant planet disappeared out of view, and he let out a sigh. His ship, the Nebuchadnezzar, stabilized and went into hyperdrive. Shabbos was coming, he thought.
A snap shot from a recent drive on one of Israel's most beautiful roads, with some of Israel's finest engaging in the ancient art of silly jazz hands.
The things I want have changed perhaps in their manifestations, but mostly they have not shifted much at the core of things. I am not chained to my daydreams. But I still imagine the fig trees and I still long.
