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Build your best
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
Sarah Faygie Berkowitz
Build your best
Read these tips, and prepare to up your cutlet game.
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Hidden Heroes
His body is paralyzed, but his strong will drives him
Tovy Mann
Hidden Heroes
Children with low bone density can take part in games and any activities that don’t put stress on their bones
Tovy Mann
No Fail
The contract was going to be our big break — and then it fell through
Fay Dworetsky
No Fail
I was in way over my head, yet I kept letting others down
Fay Dworetsky
Who Knows Eight: Chanukah Theme 5786
As we count the flames, which numbers take on a life of their own?
Rachel Bachrach
What a Year Can Do
As a new year dawns, what did we learn — and how have we changed?
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What a Year Can Do
As a new year dawns, what did we learn — and how have we changed?
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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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“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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