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Bricks and Ladders
Ariella Schiller
Bricks and Ladders
Ariella Schiller
Bricks and Ladders
Ariella Schiller
Bricks and Ladders
Ariella Schiller
Bricks and Ladders
Ariella Schiller
Succos E-Mag Bonus
I press the phone into Mommy’s hand. “Just call. Please,” I say, trying not to sound too hysterical. Mommy raises her eyebrows. “Rachel Ahuva. I already told you, I’m not comfortable with this.” I swallow. “Please, Mommy? Please?” Abba comes into the room, singing to himself. When he sees us, he stops and makes a microphone
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Succos E-Mag Bonus
I press the phone into Mommy’s hand. “Just call. Please,” I say, trying not to sound too hysterical. Mommy raises her eyebrows. “Rachel Ahuva. I already told you, I’m not comfortable with this.” I swallow. “Please, Mommy? Please?” Abba comes into the room, singing to himself. When he sees us, he stops and makes a microphone
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It Happened at Midnight: Pesach Theme 5783
While the world dreams and the stars twinkle, the Creator neither slumbers nor sleeps. Ten stories of midnight miracles, epiphanies, and revelations
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B.A.N.G Gang
"Dobra Baila could definitely splash paint around on a bit of paper. But do you really think anyone’s gonna pay money for the daubings of a kid?"
R. Atkins
B.A.N.G Gang
"I know you: You’re the lads who saved my Tiddles. There’s no way you’re thieves"
R. Atkins
In the Arms of Rabi Shimon
I press the phone into Mommy’s hand. “Just call. Please,” I say, trying not to sound too hysterical. Mommy raises her eyebrows. “Rachel Ahuva. I already told you, I’m not comfortable with this.” I swallow. “Please, Mommy? Please?” Abba comes into the room, singing to himself. When he sees us, he stops and makes a microphone
Mishpacha Contributors
In the Arms of Rabi Shimon
We’re holding on, Tatteh. Listen to the hespedim, listen to the anguished voices as they praise You
Yisroel Besser
Slices of Life
He was just a man with calloused hands, shaping falafel balls, and making a parnassah
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Slices of Life
How did she get such remarkable blueberries, each one perfect?
Yaakov Rosenblatt
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