BY A J Sidransky (@AJSidransky) First of all let me say that as a writer, citizen and human being I support Freedom of Expression and Speech unquestionably. No one has the right to tell me or anyone else for…
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BY A J Sidransky (@AJSidransky) Tolya Kurchenko shifted his legs under his desk. His large, bulky frame made it difficult to sit in one position at the old desk for very long. He had little choice though as he…
BY A J Sidransky (@AJSidransky) In 1967 NYC schools were desegregated. In those years that meant black kids were bussed to an all white school, not the other way around. One of these kids was assigned to my fourth…
BY A J Sidransky (@AJSidransky) I have had the distinct pleasure to meet and speak with Athelstein Sullivan Parrish known to her friends and family as “Mama T” who will be 100 years old this month and who was…
BY A J Sidransky (@AJSidransky) I was raised not to see color. That’s easy when you live in world where your skin is the same color as the flesh colored crayon in a box of Crayolas. A few years…
BY AJ Sidransky (@AJSidransky) Though famous for their world-renowned haute cuisine many French people will tell you that it’s “le cuisine gran-mere,” the cooking of their grandmothers that warms their heart. That is true of many a chef and…
BY AJ Sidransky (@AJSidransky) One thing has become painfully obvious from the Amarlys episode: Manuel and I aren’t equipped to do this without professional help. Romo is that help. We’re meeting him to cut a deal tonight. The meeting…
The next installment of the Led Black Book Club goes down on Thursday, July 24th at Word Up Books. Our featured author is AJ Sidransky who recently released his 2nd novel, Stealing A Summer’s Afternoon. The book is a…
BY Led Black (@Led_Black) Stealing A Summer’s Afternoon is the story of how Elliot got his groove back. Elliot Serlin has been a stand-up guy his whole life. A good Jewish boy from the Bronx, Elliot has reached middle…
BY A.J. Sidransky (@AJSidransky) Adela stared out the window fascinated by the frost and the pattern it made on the glass. She touched the surface of the pane. The pattern reminded her of the lace that edged the neckline…