Fiction
Photo Credit: Menachem Goodman The summer after ninth grade, I was in sleepaway camp when I received the heartrending message that a close friend of mine was very sick. I remember vividly how the golf cart I was in shook from my heaving sobs. That was a Thursday night, and I went into Shabbos feeling
Gila Arnold
Fiction
Tamar's life felt all wrong. Did the Sorting Sheitel make a mistake?
Gila Arnold