Author Archives: Leora Freedman

Evan and Joannie believed in voluntary poverty, so they welcomed the challenge of making do with little money. Besides, Evan didn’t want to do the things that would have led to economic security, like joining his father’s dental practice on … Continue reading →

Some parents can’t make up stories for their children no matter how hard they try, while others realize that the story doesn’t have to be good—it only needs to keep going.  Morris used to tell his three boys long stories … Continue reading →

The grocer’s shop on West 34th Street had a sign in the window: “Send a Salami to Your Boy in the Army.”  It rhymed if you spoke like a New Yorker.  In that shop, back in the 1960’s, Flora Feuerstein … Continue reading →

Morris and his friend Henry had to make ends meet while they went through dental school, which at that time you could enter straight from high school.   They were pretty sure that once they became dentists they could make a … Continue reading →

In 1959, when Evan and Joannie went up to homestead in the Prophet River country—more than one thousand miles north of the US-Canadian border—they almost immediately met an outgoing member of the Dane-zaa tribe named Jerry.  That day, Evan and … Continue reading →

One day in the winter of 1958 Flora decided to visit her son Evan and his girlfriend Joannie, who were living in a cold water flat in “Hell’s Kitchen” in New York. They had dropped out of college and were … Continue reading →

When Evan was a little boy, his parents sent him to Quaker school because he was small for his age and the public school was rough.  During rest period in the Quaker school, the children lay on the padded benches … Continue reading →

The ebook for The Daughter Who Got Away is up and live! It’s available for Kindle, Kobo, iBooks, and other e-readers.  To buy the e-book, visit: https://yotzeretpublishing.com/shop/new-releases/the-daughter-who-got-away-ebook/

Evan Feuerstein thought he was going to college to find out the meaning of life.  His father Morris thought he was sending Evan to college so he’d become a dentist.  Then he could join Morris in his West 23rd Street … Continue reading →

For our ancestors, learning to drive meant that they were American, not hungry, and they had places to travel to rather than places to escape.  Joseph Baum imagined himself gliding on a country road in upstate New York, the wind … Continue reading →