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A Slightly Burning Bush

A personal visit from God could turn my life around. Then it wouldn’t matter that I was terrible at dodge ball, that I wore homemade dresses, that I didn’t have a Captain Midnight lunch box, that I had the lowest cookie-sales record in the Brownies. They’d point at me on the playground. That’s Ashley. God came to see her. Yeah. She told us all about it at show and tell.​

The God Of My Childhood

Killing God; discovering orgasms; feeling connected by a giant, invisible web linking all things

Sonderkommando

“The Holocaust is boring, honey. I lost it with that last Louis Malle film. It’s as old as platform shoes. They trivialize it.” Carla isn’t Jewish. “You oppress yourself, honey.” I nodded.

Love Stories

A waterfall of words, an undergraduate literary magazine, untranslatable Olde English phrases

The Things We Learn

I know what he learns in church: Jews killed Christ. He knows what I learn in Temple: how to kill Christ and get away with it.

The Dance

During this holiday season, Sharon has gotten into the habit of counting how many of her ex-lovers show up at any given party.

Doing Something Wrong

L’chayam

You want I should tell you about Abie — he should rest in peace. Sixty years I know him. . . . A long time. . . . The things I could tell you. You know the Freiheit? No? Of course not. By you it means nothing.

The Bat Mitzvah Papers

First I was a Presbyterian; then I converted to Judaism; now I wander around in the same humanist/deist fog that substitutes for Organized Religion with so many of my contemporaries. Not exactly satisfying; not bad either.

My Favorite Joke

A canary with a machine gun, socks, a whiz-bomb