Anne Roiphe is a novelist and a journalist.
The rabbi prayed, but the mother sent him away
The Philistine giant also had a mother
‘I am just a human body, not as good looking as I once was, but not yet the small gathering of ash I will be’
There’s a time for goodbyes
At 84, in the space between birth and death
Tablet Original Fiction: What right has the Lord of the Universe to forget me?
Tablet Original Fiction: In New York, no one goes mad with God fever
My brother died in 1991. I was 56 and he was 53 years old.
There’s a barbarian at every gate
Tablet Original Fiction: A tale of sin and redemption
“I grew up in America in late forties, and if we said the word Jew, we whispered it. This will not save us in the 21st century.”
From a New York Jewish liberal to everyone on the other side: Our differences are real, but so are our similarities.
And that was fine with me: He was a 20th-century Jew
Donald Trump’s ability to dominate his supporters into a frenzy is reminiscent of a magician from a Thomas Mann story who reduces his audiences into a mindless mob
Puritan restraint is fine, if you haven’t been unaccommodated and unwelcome elsewhere for centuries
The yes or the no of it: What does it matter?
A part of me hopes the convicted killers find peace on the run
Israel is not a normal state. Here’s why.