A former Chasid wonders how much to reveal about his background.
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Advice Column
A former Chasid wonders how much to reveal about his background.
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Fiction
Jonathon caught a stream of the sticky cream running down my pinky with his finger. My skin tingled at his touch. Fiction by A.M. Yehuda.
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At first all we did was hang out with our own. Fellow Chasidim on the fringe, men only. We didn’t know many women, and those we did know weren’t like us at all. With time we progressed. We met friends,…
“He’s not coming,” I said, and threw my finished cigarette on the ground. I moved my shoe over the remnants of the butt, about to be extinguished by my ballet flat. I took a deep breath and exhaled as the…