Yona Zeldis McDonough
A new anniversary edition of Night Swim gives us a chance to reexamine our conversations about antisemitism, reproductive rights, and care work– ten years later.
A new anniversary edition of Night Swim gives us a chance to reexamine our conversations about antisemitism, reproductive rights, and care work– ten years later.
A Novel About a Jewish female doctor. In the Middle Ages.
Parents break sometimes, and we put ourselves back together. But if we never see any stories of other people doing it, it makes us feel like monsters.
I am not Russian, but I speak Russian. It’s a kind of nonconsensual tattoo Stalin left behind on my parents—better tattooed than dead.
A Q&A with Roxane Van Iperen, who realized her house in the woods was once a refuge for Jewish children.
I never met my Great Aunt Rifka or even saw a photograph of her. Yet I’ve always had a clear picture of her in my mind, in a wheelchair, smiling. She has no legs and she’s wearing a fur stole with fox heads.
My hair was a problem to be solved. From inside and outside the walls of my house, my hair was a symbol of something larger that had nothing and everything to do with me.
Between the Jewish high holiday celebrations and family reunions in Brooklyn, New York, it was easier to say I was Jamaican and Jewish than it was for me to actually believe it.
I thought my father hadn’t fought that day because he gave in. I thought he had let them win, when in reality, he had decided that his life, vows, and the promises that he had made to his wife and children trumped everything.
What constitutes a good mother? A good father? A good daughter? A normal life? These are questions posed by R.L. Maizes in her compelling debut novel Other People’s Pets.