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.
A story about adult bullying, a hilarious form of revenge, and a kind of epiphany.
When Sol Linderman notices that Meir Epstein is wearing tefillin on Shabbos, he knows that a mistake has been made. But, whose mistake is it?
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.
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.
As the Rabbi continued chanting the Torah portion, Steven took the star-shaped paper to the back of the Shul, near where the coffee maker, the cheese Danishes, and the bottle of Slivovitz always were. He unfolded the paper and noticed first, that it was a hand-written note, and that whomever had written it had exquisite penmanship. ‘Dear Dr. Rice,’ it began.
‘I know you are upset...
A story about the straight road. The one they told you was safe and stable. The one you trusted. The one you're starting to look at more closely.
When wine goes in, secrets go out. We got so drunk that our desire poured out of our mouths and eyes and flooded the floor between us.
