Shabbat Table Talk

BY Danielle Sarah Storch
May 31, 2013

Raphi and I were walking home from school one day when I playfully jeered him for getting such good grades. “How do you do it?” I said with a smile. My life changed forever with his answer: “I cheat.” “You what?” My mouth dropped opened, and I just stood there staring at my friend; I CONTINUE »

BY Danielle Sarah Storch
May 30, 2013

Raphi and I were walking home from school one day when I playfully jeered him for getting such good grades. “How do you do it?” I said with a smile. My life changed forever with his answer: “I cheat.” “You what?” My mouth dropped opened, and I just stood there staring at my friend; I CONTINUE »

BY Danielle Sarah Storch
May 28, 2013

It was my parents’ 30th wedding anniversary. For their special day, Dad had commissioned a piece from an Italian glass blower. Mom loved fancy lamps, so Dad bought her a Morano handmade chandelier. It had cost him a pretty penny, and it had taken the artist half a year to create. You should have seen CONTINUE »

BY Danielle Sarah Storch
May 1, 2013

I hated recess. No one believes me, but it is true. Our recess looked something like this: Ari would split the boys up into teams for kickball.  I was mostly chosen last. “Can’t you kick a ball?”  Ari, the oldest guy in class, would yell from the grass, as I was up to the plate. CONTINUE »

BY Danielle Sarah Storch
April 5, 2013

Everyone loved Shana. In her quiet way, Shana would ask the girls to play jump rope or sardines at recess. She would spend time reading quietly in her room. I was one of her biggest fans — until the day the trouble began. It was the middle days of Passover, and Shana had come over CONTINUE »