Reflections on October 7th
Tablet Original Fiction
A story of painted portraits and meetings in the park
A tale of dead languages and clean laundry
What if mushrooms could change the world?
My father felt I owed him something that children can’t give to their parents—perfect understanding
The rabbi prayed, but the mother sent him away
With ticker tape parades in sight, a story of how the war still had a momentum of its own
A story of forgiving, forgetting, and the best dry cleaning in Chicago
Tablet Original Fiction: A spare room for a mysterious visitor who arrives years too late
Tablet Original Fiction: On a lonely road, the emptiness of the pandemic rushes in
Tablet Original Fiction: God never had a reason to leave—not for meat, not for bread, not even for incense
Searing language, with God’s help
A high-stakes poker story for Valentine’s Day
