HaLapid Spring 2001

(Seeking My Own Truth) “Who are you?” The nun’s habit was a course, black swirl of fabric with a unique scent all the old-time nuns shared, her face framed by the stiffest wimple imaginable. I took a nanosecond to wonder how her Mama starched it so stiff before dutifully answering, “I am a child of [...]

A lot of fiction is based on fact. That is certainly true for the story “Leaving Faro” in my book of short stories, Villa Fair. My family, the Gabays, have always known that though we were Jamaican, our father’s ancestors were Portuguese Jews. Ever since a young age, I have been seeking, and in some [...]

“Are you a Gentile or are you Jewish?” In elementary school I was asked this question in the hallway by Ed Lerner. He was a small, blonde boy and I shared a desk with him. When Ed asked me this question, everyone from our class gathered around to hear my answer. I wasn’t raised as [...]

(Seeking My Own Truth) “Who are you?” The nun’s habit was a course, black swirl of fabric with a unique scent all the old-time nuns shared, her face framed by the stiffest wimple imaginable. I took a nanosecond to wonder how her Mama starched it so stiff before dutifully answering, “I am a child of [...]