(I did some work for some Jewish friends of mine, and told them how I loved to read stories and have them published. They offered to give me the true love story of a couple facing death over their love for each other. I found their courage and commitment truly invigorating and inspirational. I think it is one of the greatest love stories of all time. I think...
Ever heard of Posole? Mexico's unheard of national dish (everyone thinks "mole' is their national dish....too much "Food Network" B.S. They are wrong. Posole is everywhere). Baby, you have some time to burn today? Raining and windy...kinda shitty outside. You like it when I call you baby, don't you. Hand on your cheek. This will take a bit of time, but i...
It was about two thirty on an afternoon in June when my life as a middle class young Jewish professional woman ended. The preceding month was one of transitions in my life. After mulling over the three acceptances I had received for law school, I decided to go to the local institution. Wanting to have a little fun before three years of hard work, I quit my j...
Even in the so-called liberal, rebellious 1960s, in the privileged, insular world where I grew up, there were certain barriers of social convention you did not cross. One of them was marrying outside our socio-economic/Christian faith, a taboo the family of Darby held close to sacred. My parents named me Penelope. I was a sixth generation Darby, people that...
If there are two things in life that I really hate, they must be: stereotyping and racism. So I have to warn you in advance that this story is about both of them. But it's a story that needs to be told because the ending is so satisfying. I was born and grew up in New York City. One of the stereotypes that I would like to dispel right away is that all Jewis...
It was a not unwelcome surprise to hear Abigail call my name on a Paris street. The last time had been almost eight years earlier, when she'd given my cock a last squeeze in my doorway before she drove back to her parents' house and then had returned to college. I remembered that scene well. She brushed her hair, bending slightly to the right to pull the co...
As the second day drew to a close, the great square orb in the sky slowly descending behind the distant landscape, the two stepped back to take one final look at their house before retreating inside for the night. "Looks pretty good," he said. During the day they'd expanded their one room cabin, adding on a second room for crafting, cooking, and later on,...
I awaken to the sunrise and remember having dug my grave. After that horror fades from my mind, I smile as the memory of my Nazi captor penetrating every one of my orifices. I am lying in bed next to him, naked, shivering in the morning cold. He is still asleep, naked also, lying on his stomach, snoring loudly. His right hand is wrapped around the handle of...
Sara Solomon, professor of religion at Vanderbilt University, was concluding a lecture on Jesus of Nazareth at the Ohio State University and in the audience is the infamous Casanova Leon Carlisle. "In conclusion, while Jesus is not recognized as the Messiah, because he did not fulfill the qualifications as described by the Prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel; howev...
In the silence, each of them sat wearing feigned smiles. Those expressions not aimed at each other, mind you, but into their steam-releasing mugs of coffee. Neither of the two twenty-somethings having even made eye contact since Zahra arrived. The events of the day before instilling a frosty chasm between the two college students. Two classmates, who had not...