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What She Says
Why I'm Leaving Israel
The Price of Freedom
After the Beginning of the End Times
Non-Fiction
If you asked me four years ago why I decided to make aliya, I would have said that I wanted adventure. The suburbs of Toronto didn’t offer the same zest.
Fiction
I slammed my bedroom door. I didn’t care if I broke the glass partition. Even better if I did. Then Mom and Abba would be forced to buy me a new door.
Fiction
Chava Kedem straightened her sheitel and clasped her hands in her lap. She smoothed out her long, corduroy skirt and tugged her sleeves to cover her wrists.
Hostage Situation
Fiction
His finger hit the play. The once blurry image took focus on the screen. A grey haired man with teary eyes held up a champagne glass.
The Sounds of Childhood
Fiction
No one knew what to expect from Saturday mornings. I would open my ears before I opened my eyes. The best was the scratchy, smokey voice of Bob Dylan.
Experienced Ergonomics
Non-Fiction
They were once called “The Golden Years.” They were the years after the age of sixty when, after forty or so years of employment, people would retire and enjoy their old age.
A Taste of Israel -- Mexican Style
Aboard the 82
Non-Fiction
Mexico is a country of endless contradictions. Today’s papers portray Mexico as a lawless country, entrenched in bloodshed and brutality over the distribution of drugs. And yet popular culture shows its pristine beaches, colorful piñatas, and ever-flowing tequila shots. Hidden within the mountains of the southernmost state of Chiapas is a small city called San Cristóbal de Las Casas.
Creative Non-Fiction
There are millions of buses, subways and trains the world over, chugging along their routes as you read this. They all possess their own eccentricities to let you know which metropolitan you are in.
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