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Malka Grunhaus
Building Dreams
Malka Grunhaus
Building Dreams
Malka Grunhaus
Building Dreams
Malka Grunhaus
Building Dreams
Malka Grunhaus
Speechless Moments
She was stopped by her mother’s voice saying, “Raizele, no. There will be better times”
Adina Lover
Speechless Moments
The night of the speech, I still couldn’t talk. But I couldn’t cancel, either
Adina Lover
A Promise Kept
My companions  — along with the bag I was counting on to keep us alive — vanished in the chaos
Yael Schuster
A Promise Kept
We’d created a haven for them to unburden their hearts, and sent them away with the sweetness of home cooking
Millie Samson
Two Cents
Unsolicited advice from people with no qualifications but many opinions
Michali Naiman and Chana Fishman
Two Cents
Unsolicited advice from people with no qualifications but many opinions
Michali Naiman and Chana Fishman
Cooking School
Like water cooler talk for housewives
Danielle Renov
Cooking School
Does It Really Matter If My Stovetop Is the Right Temperature?
Danielle Renov
Flashback
Mama didn’t bring Bubbe’s letter up again, so I knew we weren’t moving to Europe. There was nothing to talk about   Dovid T he house was quiet when I got home. The bochurim weren’t back yet, and the little kids were asleep. Even Miriam and Elka were in their beds. Only Mama was up
Bassi Gruen
Flashback
Mama didn’t bring Bubbe’s letter up again, so I knew we weren’t moving to Europe. There was nothing to talk about   Dovid T he house was quiet when I got home. The bochurim weren’t back yet, and the little kids were asleep. Even Miriam and Elka were in their beds. Only Mama was up
Faigy Peritzman
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What was Elka doing outside at this time of night? How could she have found me?

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“Yeah, well,” Dovid said. I waited, but he didn’t continue speaking. He just took his yarmulke off his head and twirled it around on his finger

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I thought that now that Yisroel was back, everything would be back to normal

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“Okay.” Miriam shrugged. But I could tell that she disagreed. Did she really think it was totally fine to depend on them so much?

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“You heard what Bubbe wrote in the letter. It’s obvious that Mama’s nervous. What do you think is going on?”

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“What does it say about me?” I demanded. What did Bubbe know about me anyway?

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