I didn’t attend my wedding. True, there was no wedding either; just a wedding dinner after a secret wedding. I was so used to living underground that I could no longer imagine living openly in the USSR. Read More
My only goal was buying a cup of the famous Berthillon ice cream at its original Île Saint-Louis location. Read More
My synagogue has been assisting a village of Jewish subsistence farmers in Uganda. Read More
Half the men I meet have no loving person within five thousand miles. Their temperaments vary, but the dates do not. They speak their stories and I listen, breathless. Read More
From his coat pocket Len produced a brown paper package and placed it carefully on the shiny table in front of them. Read More
When I was growing up, in the 1950’s and 60’s, Americans spent about 10% of their annual income on clothes. Most of the fabric was milled and the garments were sewn in this country. Today, Americans spend about 3.5% of our income on what we wear. Read More
I used to want nothing more than to develop some sort of immunity to the heartache that death caused me. However, now I see how much enduring these difficult experiences has given me… Read More
…we don’t know what to do. To gap year or to stay put? To interstate uni or to not uni at all? These questions need answers, and we don’t have them. Read More
Once a year, for 25 hours, the country stands still…One by one, children, teens and adults swarm the empty streets. They walk, ride bikes, run around, laugh and talk. Main roads, that usually have heavy traffic, become filled with bicycles, scooters and pedestrians. Read More
