Issue 14

Justine Whitfield: The Standing Stones

As far back as we know, the babies die in August. This I will tell my girls and any grand-girls that I come to see. And I will tell them that we are not witches.

Siobhan Rosenthal: There’s Nothing to Tell, Really

Thereʼs nothing to tell, really. Nothing happened. We were all in the synagogue sanctuary, about halfway through the service. The cantor had just finished his midrash. Well, now I think about it, we were two thirds of the way through. No one was even thinking about risk.

Rebecca Zhong: Teng

Most of what I know about Dad has come to me secondhand. It almost feels like someone is reading me a really good book, the kind where you’re always hungry for more.