Members of the Scribe

“Ashkenazi.” “Sephardic.” As a kid, wandering around the kiddish reception at our shul collecting cellophane ruffle-topped toothpicks in a plastic ...

I think of Claudia Silver, the eponymous heroine of my debut novel,  Claudia Silver to the Rescue , as one ...

My father’s artwork was always how I made sense of the world around me. The sometimes scary, ghetto Lower East ...

I changed my name from Hazak Brozgold to Royal Young when I was 20 years old. I was a drunk ...

My maternal grandmother fought to escape her Lower East Side. My Babbi was born in 1932 and raised on Pitt ...

“I sound like a cheap, mean kyke,” my father raged. “I sound like an idiot, a complete non-entity,” my mother ...

“Many artists are ‘underground’,” a writing instructor of mine once remarked, “but no one is more underground than writers.” To ...

I’m sitting on the back porch of my temporary lodgings in Atlanta, while two spiders go at it, the smaller ...

When someone asks me where I’m from, I never hesitate to say that I’m from New York City. Then, a ...

All fiction writers have a streak of audacity. To make up something and then ask readers to suspend their disbelief ...