y mother’s hands are red and chapped, crooked from rheumatism, or “ramates,” as she calls it. She’s been to the

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This story is the second place winner of the 2022 Moment Magazine-Karma Foundation Short Fiction Contest. Founded in 2000, the ...
This story is the third place winner of the 2022 Moment Magazine-Karma Foundation Short Fiction Contest. Founded in 2000, the ...
This story is the first place winner of the 2022 Moment Magazine-Karma Foundation Short Fiction Contest. Founded in 2000, the ...
Nelly Freiburg left Germany in 1938. At her son's insistence, she returns to visit in 1972—just as the Munich Olympics are taking place. ...
Susan Coll, author of the novel Bookish People and Delia Ephron, screenwriter for movies like You’ve Got Mail and Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and author of the memoir Left on Tenth: A Second Chance on Life, discuss the influence of love, loss and humor in the creative writing process. ...
The music of Chopin brings together a mysterious young Hungarian Holocaust survivor and an American music student. But just when romance is in the air, he vanishes. ...

f it weren’t for the slice of Ebinger’s Blackout Cake wrapped in cellophane and sitting in the fridge behind a

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“Have you heard about the movie?” Dorota asked. “What movie?” said Sylwia. Why, she thought, am I always the last to know? ...
"Why does the mother persist with the song sheets and the records? No one knows the answer. But still, she passes them out, and still they groan, and in the meantime, the songs work their way into the brain circuitry of the children." ...
Lev returns from the park eager for breakfast. He pulls his chair across the tired linoleum and calls out, “Won’t you join me? Your show can wait.” He hates the way he sounds, like a grown man coaxing a cat from a tree... ...
Years went by, one lavishly slow day at a time, with hot summers, when we baked our bodies at the beach down the street or, on an occasional excursion, on the sands at Asbury Park or Bradley Beach some hours south of home, where we swam also in the pungent ...