If x equals 2y, bubble. What is Maya Angelou referring to, bubble. If twenty men work at Acme how many women do, bubble. If I want to get to college there is one thing I need to do, bubble. Read more »
When Dolly is tired Itchie puts her to bed. When Dolly cries Itchie holds her close. When Itchie is sad Dolly makes him feel better. When Itchie is pissed the fuck off Dolly calms him down. Read more »
I had four children when I managed to leap off the train mid-journey to Doomsville. I spend most of my time looking for ways to send them messages, telling them to leap when they have a chance to do so. Read more »
It used to be, you could trace my crazy years with your finger, from the melted skin on my right wrist to the map of scars and burns and scrapes across the rest of my body. Now, if you put your finger on me,... Read more »
Several year ago, still sporting payess and a more-or-less Chasidic appearance, I met a girl in Greenwich village who stopped me on McDougal Street to tell me, “I think Hasidic Jews are so fucking cool. Those curls are just so…. PUNK!”... Read more »
Chasidishkeit manages to take everything exciting in life - food, sex, adventure, travel - and mangle it to a point where there's little left of their original allure. And it has a particularly vicious stranglehold on sex.
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I. his hands were speckled in cheerful red polka dots and Cain thought (just as he reached the end of his psychonautical journey) that he’d become a clown, a happy change from his goddamn law career, the stiff tweeds and all those fucking... Read more »
Al Pacino, noted actor from the Godfather trilogy, showed up this week at a Borough Park synagogue to observe the prayers, and was later invited to the home of a local for some coffee and cheesecake. Pacino is reportedly doing research... Read more »
“How could you let one of your own go, without support and without love?” the cop asks the rabbi. The rabbi replies, “In our lives it is never about the individual. It is about the community.” Read more »
It’s five-thirty. The last of the other girls and their little handbags have sidled out already. She faces the bathroom door–towards East–as she begins to pray Mincha, swaying gently, a woman’s shuckle.