THE DRIVE My mother and I couldn’t get over it. We were inside the patchwork landscape, entirely different from flying over it, and I for one was terrified. ”Where do they buy things?” My mother wanted to know. ”They must drive an hour each way to the store.” The Cows, numerous as they were, [...]
So I’ve been building this site forever, faced with many obstacles, challenged mostly by limitations of self. Without further adieu, it’s time to post something already. My friends and I in Detroit started a little club called “The Synagogue writers.” (We are mostly Gentiles but the Jews are a generous people and allowed us [...]
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