Jon Papernick

Rooted In the Past

The great William Faulkner once wrote: “The past is not dead. In fact, it’s not even past.” My trip home to Toronto last summer with my wife and newborn son made me realize how true those words actually are. I saw my baby boy running the same gauntlet that had been my childhood, passed in scheduled timeslots from one grandparent to another with conflicting narratives whispered in his ears.

Writing New Texts in an Ancient Land

A number of years ago, when I was still an aimless, lovesick student, I traveled to Israel for the first time — not so much to fulfill a great Zionist dream that had suddenly surfaced from the depths of my subconscious, but to escape the drab reality of my bar-hopping downtown existence, to escape a reckless woman who thought she’d stepped out