Philip Goldberg

The Fire This Time

On a recent Sunday morning I awoke to the sound of my wife’s voice shouting my name, followed by “Call nine-one-one! Call nine-one-one!” The garage on the property just beyond our backyard fence was ablaze. The 9-1-1 operator told me that fire engines were already on...

Bondage and Liberation

This time of year, I hear a lot of nostalgic tales—both happy and bitter—of families at Passover seders and in churches on Easter Sunday. My own memories include none of those things. I remember the joy of a prolonged school break, the hopeful spirit of early baseball...