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fakakta
tikkun olam program,
“Why not? That’s a shandeh.” Shame is the least of what it is.
my tateleh.
mishpacha
the Caf and Nosh.”
The walls of the café were off-white tile with deep blue mats on the floor. There were stars on the crown molding if you looked closely enough, and a white marble counter space with a clear glass counter.
It’s hard to fight against the world when you have an empty stomach.”
matzah brei.
Zayde
Because people like Webster will always exist. It’s up to us to deal with the garbage and find love.
those people have been around for years, trying to center themselves where they shouldn’t, making their priorities the most important.
“But what if I don’t know what I’m doing with him?” “It doesn’t have to make sense, Sarah. You don’t have to know what you’re doing with him. All you have to do is enjoy it.”
“First, tateleh, you’re a man, responsible for yourself and your own choices. What I care about,” she said, “is that you be mindful of those who are going to be impacted by your choices.”
tsoris
“But also happiness, inclusivity, and mutual respect for all faiths and all people who celebrate holidays in December, not just one.”
hamentaschen
“B’tay avon,” she replied. “Good appetite and good day, Isaac.”
“Like, nice what? Nice heart melt? Nice this guy is a cinnamon roll? What?” Sarah blushed. “He’s not a cinnamon roll. I’d call him…a rugelach, maybe? Like sculpted, hard-looking on the outside but sweet all over?”
Quipes,
empanadas,
“I love the idea of having a bit of the world come to our festival. Who would we be as Jews if we didn’t open the door, our hearts, and our stomachs to the strangers in our midst?”
we’re one of the few specifically Hanukkah-focused festivals in this country.”
love this time of year,” she said. “The pumpkins, the gold colors, the festivities, the shine of light that comes out of the darkness.” The bitter and the sweet. Which meant, “The candy. Sweet and sour.”
chaverah
“Not provincial,” he replied. “Art should be for everybody. And acting like it isn’t makes you a snob, not a critic.”
But things change; people change. Times change. New boards of trustees that don’t know town history arise, and sometimes you don’t have the strength to fight.
street fairs and block parties were the neighborhood’s equivalent of a festival to share traditions and foods and culture.
“But this is a small town, and me, if I can’t meddle, I can’t breathe.”
minyan
nachas,
Chelmites
chag sameach.”
soofganiyot
freyliche
“Nachas,”
“You were being my loyal, brilliant, bright light of a father.”
the rugelach cookie salad
the food we’re going to sell at this year’s festival is representative of who Hollowville is. And what we eat. And yes, all of this is fried in some way.”
mamaleh.”
a beacon, you know? Like if you need light, come find us. We’re here. We’re community, and if you have it, or even if you don’t, you can find it in Hollowville.”
tzedakah
bubeleh.
