Shabbat Table Talk

BY Danielle Sarah Storch
July 31, 2013

I stood on our blacktop driveway holding my bike. My hands smoothed over the shiny black metal frame. Its high leather seat stood proudly at the top, looking down on the wide handlebars with the extra-firm handbrakes. I hopped on my brand new mountain bike. As I rode down the dirt hill in our backyard, CONTINUE »

A summer camp fiasco
BY Danielle Sarah Storch
July 3, 2013

It was the third week at camp, and things were running smoothly. “Lineup at 6 a.m. by the flagpole,” Art, our counselor, called out to us one afternoon. “We’ll announce the leader for our overnight then.” My best friend, Mo, looked at me. “Maybe he’ll chose me, I’m an Eagle Scout,” he said. The job CONTINUE »

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 »