About Angela Himsel

Angela Himsel's fiction and non-fiction have appeared in a number of magazines and newspapers,  including the New York Times, the Jewish Week, the Forward, Lilith, Tikkun and online at beliefnet.com, opiummagazine.com, ducts.org and elsewhere.

Angetevka

By December 17, 2008

We are a many-menorahed family. In addition to the menorahs that our kids made in nursery school and kindergarten, and which we used for years, we also possess a blue motorcycle menorah, a black bicycle menorah, a heavy, artsy-fartsy multicolored … Read More

Angetevka

By December 10, 2008

Back Off Ron and I are walking slowly on dog-time on West 90th Street.  Sniff, sniff, stop, consider, sure why not, take a few more steps, bark, growl, leashes get entangled… Ron tells me that he’s in a dark thriller … Read More

Angetevka

By December 2, 2008

"I’m sewing up the head," my brother, John, is sitting at my kitchen table and regaling me with tales from the crypt, "and Ilde is across from me doing the embalming – she’s a really good embalmer – and behind … Read More

Angetevka

By November 27, 2008

My friend, Amy, is ever so slightly disdainful of my Midwestern corn pudding.  Nonetheless, her mother, Evelyn, loves it, and I believe it is this humble concoction of canned corn, eggs, margarine and corn muffin mix that provides entrée to … Read More

Angetevka

By November 19, 2008

I bump into Benjamin on Amsterdam Avenue and we’re walking together for half a minute–hey, how are the kids, what’s going on–and then out of nowhere he skirts to the curb, walks several steps, then returns to my side. At … Read More

Angetevka

By November 13, 2008

The minister jokes that there are three topics guaranteed to draw a big crowd to church: sex, the End Times, and "Is there sex in the End Times?"  The sex premise isn’t the only reason that I’m sitting in church … Read More

Angetevka

By November 5, 2008

In a taxi going through Central Park:  Traffic is slow, and my driver, Christos, is making political small talk.  He’s from Greece, he explains, and he thinks America is wonderful.  Are you married, he asks me.  Children?  Yes and yes, … Read More

Angetevka

By October 29, 2008

On a flight from Florida to New York, my mother-in-law was chatting with another grandma, and one thing led to another, and they exchanged phone numbers.  Not their own: rather, those of their respective unmarried grandchildren.  When my mother-in-law gave … Read More