Midtown Minute

Midtown Minute

Photo: Kamira / Shutterstock.com The first time I was in New York, I was fifteen, my brother was eighteen, and we had two suitcases plus four unexpected hours before a flight. We left our bags in this girl Megan’s hotel room—a camp friend of his, long story—and...
Roadkill

Roadkill

Roger is skeptical, because the last time he and Sollie drove down to the Cape from Joburg, Sollie flipped his pickup, a brand-new Datsun, almost off a mile-high cliff. After that, they had got smashed out of their minds at some shebeen and had to hitch their way...
Andaman and Nicobar Islands During the 2004 Tsunami

Andaman and Nicobar Islands During the 2004 Tsunami

A place we fell in love with and made our home, a place where crabs crawled up to the porch as we sat in bamboo chairs, sipping our morning chai, inhaling the fragrance of frangipani, listening to the bulbul song we had come to expect, the first rays shining into our...
Warm Days Will Never Cease

Warm Days Will Never Cease

Photo: Vicky Jirayu / Shutterstock.com ‘Kate,’ you say, ‘summer is nearly over. There’s something you need to know.’ It’s August and we’re wearing summer dresses in the beer garden. Purple vines climb trellises and the evening air carries the murmurs of people who are...
Pastrami

Pastrami

Photo by Alexander Reitter / Shutterstock.com This is a story of grease, and the bonds it forms. We were three good Jewish boys, Flatbush yeshiva bochurim, and when we went about breaking the law of our forefathers, we did so thoroughly and with care and diligence....
The Straw Chair

The Straw Chair

Photo by Xauxa (Håkan Svensson), CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons At ten years of age, I stopped being innocent. The experience was not sexual in nature, but something darker. Funny enough, children are natural in the world of the invisible, but if the door of the...