Day: February 7, 2024

If you would like to contribute a piece to Iron Words, please click here.
Writing from home
Miriam Roskind

A Jew, Never Prouder

I am a Jew.

Always have been, always will be.

There was never a moment in my life that I can remember that I had to be taught that, or have it explained to me.

There was never a moment in which I had to wonder, am I an American first or a Jew first? I mean, I knew I was both, but Jew would definitely be the first answer to the question of who I am.

There was never a moment in which I questioned that.

Read More »
Miriam Roskind February 7, 2024
Writing from home
Hila Bar

An Evening of Giving

As I completed my notes, I received a WhatsApp from my neighbour. Do I have some cat food for her cat? Just one cup. Thanks to our band of foster street cats, we have a plentiful supply. Chicken is the flavour of the month.

“You can have five cups, six cups,” I write. “Come on over.”

But in my endearing, childish little way, I don’t have the patience to wait. I grab two disposable cups, fill each with the cat food, and head along the wet pavement in my pyjamas and socked feet to Sigal’s house. The air is biting.

I approach the entrance and thump twice on the door, then gingerly open it. It’s just the end of November, but Sigal already has the heating on in her home.

“You didn’t have to come to me,” she says. “I would have come.”

Read More »
Hila Bar February 7, 2024
Subscribe
Subscribe