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Category Archives: Fiction
The Yeshiva Of Hard Knocks
A guest post: I knew a boy named Luke Ford. I had the misfortune of being close to him. My name is Amber*. Because I’m nice, I was always seated next to Luke Ford at Jewish journalism events. People thought … Continue reading
Posted in Fiction
Tagged fetal pig, Jewish Journalism, journalism events, journalism history, luke ford, thane rosenbaum
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A Walk On The Wild Side
It was April 1, 1894 when a man with no name walked into Dodge. Yes, he walked in. He didn’t ride in. But he was no April Fool’s joke. He didn’t have a gun. Only a water pistol. And he … Continue reading
Posted in Fiction, Personal
Tagged april fool, man with no name, rough city, rubber ducky, walk on the wild side, water pistol
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One Holy Sabbath
The following play is inspired by real events during one Pico-Robertson Friday night in January 2008. ACT ONE Levi, about 40 years old, is the first person out of shul on this Friday night in winter. He walks rapidly, heading … Continue reading
Posted in Fiction
Tagged Aish HaTorah, christine white, conversion program, converting to judaism, cross tattoo, daven, holy sabbath, robertson blvd
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We Must Write What We Can Only Whisper
I imagine things from her perspective: I met him in yoga in early January. He came in late. He looked a mess. He wore sweats. He had a beard and a yarmulke and tzitzit hanging out. He was looking for … Continue reading
Posted in Dating, Fiction, Personal
Tagged drink tea, earthquake, guru, Jewish Literature, la cienega, la cienega blvd, orthodox jew, slippery places, slippery surface, tzitzit, Yarmulke
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Friday Night I Crashed Your Party
"I’m bruised and battered," says Jeri*. "I need to have a talk with that young man," I say. Jeri goes to bed. She was out partying until late. "When I was here last," I whisper to Jezebel* and Rachel*, "she … Continue reading
Posted in Fiction, Personal, Pico/Robertson
Tagged jewish thing, liquid courage, mouthfuls, orthodox conversion, quot quot, reform temples, topless man
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