by Matthew Friedman | Dec 24, 2021 | Fiction, Jewish Life, Short Story
Daylight had already begun to fade in Bailey’s Falls as Mina Fuchs arrived home from her school Christmas party. The winter sun reflected off the lake, and the sky glowed in shades of copper and pink in a bright band squeezed beneath a bank of clouds. Christmas Eve...
by Matthew Friedman | Dec 6, 2021 | Essays
I wept when my mother died in the winter of 2006, and when my father died in the spring of 2012. And I cried when Nelson Mandela died eight years ago, on 5 December 2013. I felt as if I had lost a close friend, a mentor, a member of my own family. I was puzzled by the...
by Matthew Friedman | Dec 5, 2021 | Essays, History, Jewish Life
This is the second part of a two-part series. Read part one here. I. The Chanukiah I post a photo of my chanukiah in social media each night of the Festival of Lights, before joyfully scrolling through my feed to look at all the pictures my friends had posted of their...
