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Mort LaitnerThe Times of Israel (Blogs) |
As I climbed into Ed’s spanking-brand new F-150, he handed me a cup of Starbucks. “Mort, I got it for you a black. I remembered that’s the way...
“Mordechai, I don’t understand all this talk about a ceasefire,” Moise queried. “Well historically, it doesn’t make any sense. The Japanese...
Where does hope hide In photos of cremated babies What happens to hope in a world devoid of color Can she bury her thoughts on this black and...
It was three a.m. and Donald had just finished typing his latest rant on Truth Social. Now he laid in bed alone, dressed in orange silk pajamas. The...
I stare into the mirror, horrified by a new crop of gray hairs sprouting in my eyebrows. Counting the grays, I remind myself how these grays conquered...
At eight in the morning, Carlo sat at his kitchen table pouring a shot of Baileys Irish Cream into his coffee. He wrapped his hands around the cup,...