“Ok, Mom, what gives?” Chelsey asked Ruth. Ruth stared at her blankly. “What do you mean?” “You’ve been pacing up and down like a caged animal. I was talking to you but you haven’t heard a word I said. What’s the matter?” Ruth sat down on the sofa and attempted a smile, as she said,… Read More Ruth Finds Out About Chioma
“I got a very exciting assignment,” Chioma told Dushan. They were at his flat and had just finished having dinner which he had prepared earlier that day. He was an excellent cook. “Oh. What’s the assignment?” He looked at her and it occurred to him that she didn’t seem excited at all. “I get to… Read More Buenos Aires, Here We Come
I’m Avraham Sutzkever, a Yiddish poet. In 1939, I married Freydke. After the Germans invaded in 1941, we were herded like cattle into the Vilna ghetto. I was a member of the sorting team. We risked our lives to smuggle out and hide manuscripts looted by the Nazis who murdered my mother and my newborn… Read More The Poet
He was a really nice man and I liked him a lot but I found him to be too reserved for my taste. My best friend, Shakira teased me and told me that he had a crush on me but I dismissed it, telling her not be ridiculous. I reminded her that he was a… Read More Not So Reserved
I’m a Ethiopian Jewish woman living in Israel but life here is terrible for people like me. We are not welcomed in the Jewish community because of our skin color and we are accused of being “fake Jews”. My husband is a white Israeli Jew. We met when he came to Gondar, a northern town… Read More Zala’s Story
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