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A Face and A Place
Hodayah Cohen
Calligraphy
Now Jacob’s pathetic cries were a mockery, and I trembled, my knees pulled tight up to my chin. I could not, would not hold him in my arms and watch him slip away. Not again
Perl Weisz
Calligraphy
“You need to choose to fight this monster or he’ll get the better of you. You can live a happy life, you can break free of this. The first step is to want to get better.”
Michal Marcus
Dispatch
When it comes to Jews and Israel these days, there is a creeping dehumanization
Rabbi Hillel Goldberg
Dispatch
Was I violating the meaning of the injunction to dip my finger in the second cup of wine ten times at the Seder?
Rabbi Hillel Goldberg
Fork in the Road
Rebbe Gedalya Moshe was buried in one of the tiny graveyards in a corner of the city. Who knew of it’s power? A FACE AND A PLACE Pinchas Kornfeld | The Segulah Grave On a Monday morning four years ago, he made his way to a forgotten graveyard outside the Knesset with a jerry can
Michal Frischman
Fork in the Road
Rebbe Gedalya Moshe was buried in one of the tiny graveyards in a corner of the city. Who knew of it’s power? A FACE AND A PLACE Pinchas Kornfeld | The Segulah Grave On a Monday morning four years ago, he made his way to a forgotten graveyard outside the Knesset with a jerry can
Rivki Rabinowitz
Know This
I wasn’t ready to have this baby, but I would have to rise to the occasion
Shoshana Gross
Know This
I spent my childhood and young adulthood scrimping and saving. But then, everything changed
Shoshana Gross
Fire Fighters
A small flicker, a smoldering ember. If left unchecked, it can become a raging inferno, consuming everything in its path. Unless someone stands tall and douses the flames. Four tales of courage
Fire Fighters
A flame left unchecked can become a raging inferno, consuming everything in its path. Unless someone stands tall and douses the flames. Four tales of courage
Devorah Grant
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A Face and A Place

Rebbe Gedalya Moshe was buried in one of the tiny graveyards in a corner of the city. Who knew of it’s power?

By Hodayah Cohen