2024 NATIONAL MEDAL
for Museum and Library Service Finalist
Learn the basics to play American Mah Jongg during this two-part workshop for adults.
Jodi Harkavy is a substitute teacher in East Brunswick. She has played Mah Jongg for over 30 years and has previously taught it to members of her temple.
Registration is recommended, but walk-ins are welcome. To register, visit or call the Information Services Desk at 732-390-6767.
Make a cool dish for dad to put his keys and change in! All ages are welcome, but children under 18 must be accompanied by a caregiver.
Join nurses from Hackensack Meridian Health
1970s
Nova: Richard Rider Omnibus
The Best of Archie Americana: Silver Age
1980s
Dragon Ball
On this episode of Match+Book, librarian Paul Kibala shares some books that have interesting backstories about how they came to be written and published.
Curtain by Agatha Christie
This bi-monthly meeting of the Municipal Alliance for the Prevention of Alcoholism and Drug Abuse has been cancelled.
I was sleeping. It was my first day of summer vacation. I had just completed my junior year of high school. My summer plan was to get a job and save for a car. At 7:30, I suddenly woke to the noise of a vacuum cleaner in my bedroom. It was my mother who announced if you want a job start looking early in the morning. Guess what! I got up.
"Mary kicked the gravel as she walked, forming clouds of dust up to her knees. She imagined her feet were on fire and each step was only a few seconds away from setting the ground ablaze.
She didn’t hear the sirens screaming behind her. The cop cars whizzed by in a panic, swirling up the dirt around her like a dust devil. They squealed as they turned at the next street. Her street."
The Moth by Phyllis Francese (a Short Story Contest entry)
A moth is trapped between the screen and glass of my patio door. It crawled in through some small hole. It flits about, landing on the glass and then the screen, not remembering how it got in. It flies from screen to glass, glass to screen casting its shadow on the drapes. Perhaps it will find its way out. Perhaps not.
Distracted, I find the moth is gone.