How to Write a Good Story

  • August 9, 2021

When I was growing up, my dad would sit on the floor of his apartment and watch films, often by himself.

In my father’s words, “I was the kid in the neighborhood that loved to watch movies.”

The movies were always about people, and he loved them.

But his favorite movie was always a new movie about the Vietnam War.

And for many years, the only films that really appealed to me were those that were about soldiers and Vietnam, the ones that had heroes.

In the 1990s, I was working as a news reporter for a local newspaper, and one day, I ran into a young reporter named Dan Zandlak, and we became fast friends.

He was the first person I’d ever talked to about the war.

“I don’t understand why you guys are so obsessed with the war,” he told me.

I was intrigued.

Why were we so obsessed?

I didn’t know.

We just talked about movies, and I was sure I’d never seen a movie about Vietnam.

But Dan and I kept in touch over the years, and soon, I began to notice that he had a new obsession: films about the Holocaust.

When I first started working in the newsroom, I worked with journalists who were not necessarily Holocaust survivors.

It was difficult, because you had to work in a vacuum, and you didn’t really know what was going on in the world.

I had to rely on what the news people were telling me and what was happening in the outside world.

We had a lot of access to information that we didn’t have in our own country, and so when we went out on assignment, we were very vulnerable.

We didn’t feel safe or comfortable talking to our colleagues about what was really going on, or about the Nazis.

We felt like we were missing out on some of the greatest moments in history.

We started to write stories about what the war was like, and it was an interesting time for a lot in the American Jewish community.

We were writing about the way Jews were dealing with the Holocaust, and that was just a natural extension of our own experiences.

I began reading articles and seeing documentaries on the subject.

But I was still interested in the way the world was shaped by the Holocaust: the way people in the West reacted to it, how it impacted their own lives.

I wanted to know more about the Jewish people and the way that the Holocaust shaped the Jewish world, so I decided to go to Israel for a year to learn more about it.

I took a year off school, went to the Holocaust Museum in Jerusalem, and spent time there.

I found out about the stories that I’d been looking for and the people who were doing them.

There was a group of Jewish Holocaust survivors who had come to Israel to learn about the holocaust.

They were studying, and they were doing the same kind of research that I was doing.

But instead of the Holocaust being the ultimate horror story, they were exploring the ways in which the Holocaust changed the lives of Jews and changed the world for the better.

I started to realize how much of what I was learning was about how I was shaped, and how much was about what I saw.

I also discovered that the people in my family were Jewish, and the Jewish experiences I was writing about were very different from my own. I didn