A former rabbi-teacher of mine has been accused of molesting students. So, why can’t I stop thinking of the good he did?
Thanksgiving means family reunions—for some people. For others, it offers an opportunity to stay home and be grateful for having cut those ties.
It’s the time of year for apologies, but not everyone has forgiveness on their mind. An argument for not saying sorry until God does.
Here’s my proposed constitutional amendment: Every adult should be allowed to murder two people without punishment. Harsh, you say? The world would be a better place.
I’ve always had a frosty relationship with my testicles. Last month I turned 41, and now I’m convinced that they’re more trouble than they’re worth.
An afternoon of grilling, drinking, and friendly conversation with neighbors is one man’s nightmare
This coming Sunday marks Mother’s Day. Instead of flowers or treats, a writer offers up some decidedly unconventional prayer.
A frigid winter, a sick dog, and an iPhone app called Pocket God prompt thoughts of John Calvin and an escape to the Caribbean. But can paradise make reality any less miserable?
As Egyptians rejoice in toppling the Mubarak regime and rebel forces in Libya threaten Qaddafi’s hold on power, a writer wonders: What will the next revolutions be?
Faced with a story I wanted to start but felt certain I couldn’t, I turned to the literary gods. Now Harold Bloom owes me $213.27.
I turned in my book’s manuscript almost a month ago, but my editor doesn’t seem to have read it yet. It makes a writer wonder what he’s doing instead.
A writer finds echoes of the Holocaust wherever he turns
The dark side of divine inspiration: one writer’s cautionary tale
Why isn’t a Jew allowed to hate a fellow Jew?
Envisioning a rabbi’s struggle to write an original Yom Kippur sermon
Imagining the day they come to take your Judaism away
When a writer sits down to work, a cacophony of personalities sits down with him
Chased by a chocolate lab, guilt, and memories of mother
There are distinct similarities between what comes out on the page and what comes out in the w.c.
A writer wonders which neighbor will hide him when the next genocide happens
Eavesdropping on a book-club meeting and lamenting the unloved life of a writer
Does telling children they’re hated make them mishear lyrics and, eventually, horde Viagra?
The Foreskin’s Lament author is at work on a new project: a comic novel about genocide
Exactly who heeded the call of Abraham? Book touring makes a writer wonder.
Photo shoots, red wine, compliments
Shedding tears is no way to write a novel
Time has arrived to rock the world of fiction
Rattled by a sudden lack of indifference
When the going gets good, the unfortunate lights a spliff
Working for Satan in the City of Angels