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The Jewish Writing Project · 5d ago

Vienna – 1938

by Mel Glenn (Brooklyn, NY) It was like speaking to my mother, my mother who has been dead for 14 years. Invited to dinner, I sat next to Renee, an elegant woman of advanced years. She looke...
The Jewish Writing Project · 2W ago

Come in, Come in

Brad Jacobson (Columbia, MO) Walking by the Kotel Rabbi Machlis calls out to the Kenyan and Chinese tourists, Shabbat Shalom, Shabbat Shalom! Yesterday two soldiers were stabbed here in the ...
The Jewish Writing Project · 1M ago

Not That Jewish

by Mel Glenn (Brooklyn, NY) I constantly debate my Jewishness, or lack thereof. Let’s look at the facts: I don’t know any of the 613 laws, much less obey them. I almost never go to shul, exc...
The Jewish Writing Project · 1M ago

Shabbat in Rehab

Janice L. Booker (Malibu, CA) “Shalom” I called through the open door.  The couple stopped and turned toward the door in one movement.  I beckoned to them and invited them to come into my ro...
The Jewish Writing Project · 1M ago

Sing and Tell of My Grandfather

By Bruce Black (Sarasota, FL) During National Poetry Month, WNYC invited Pulitzer Prize winning poet Sharon Olds to share a writing prompt on its poetry site. Thanks to the prompt, I ended u...
The Jewish Writing Project · 2M ago

Yahrzeit

by Mel Glenn (Brooklyn, NY) In my changing neighborhood the Asian dollar store has replaced the old Woolworth five-and-dime. I go in and ask for a Yahrzeit candle. The owner quizzically look...
The Jewish Writing Project · 3M ago

A Lasting Snapshot

By Bill Levine (Belmont, MA) Every 50 years or so, my dad hosted a Bar Mitzvah celebration. The first was my own Bar Mitzvah in 1964, and then a belated celebration for my 20-year old nephew...
The Jewish Writing Project · 3M ago

Berlin, November 10, 1938

By Ellen Norman Stern (Willow Grove, PA) Late on the afternoon of November 10, 1938 my mother and I were traveling home on the Stadtbahn, Berlin’s elevated train system. Fortunately we knew ...
The Jewish Writing Project · 3M ago

Release from Dachau

by Janet R. Kirchheimer (New York, NY) “I had a dream last night,” my father tells me. He dreamed the kapos woke him up at four o’clock in the morning, on Friday, December 23, 1938, made him...
The Jewish Writing Project · 4M ago

Father’s Phantom First Family

by Sheldon P. Hersh (Lawrence, NY) When it came to keeping secrets, few were as tight-lipped as my parents. Once these two Holocaust survivors decided to exclude any one particular topic fro...