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Counter Point
Our Succos supplement Yiddishe Gelt, about the price of frum life today, drew significant and spirited feedback. Here is a sampling
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Counter Point
"The discrepancy between the rebbeim and teachers’ gifts is definitely not warranted"
Mishpacha Readers
Moonlight
If you’re not looking for Heavenly signs if the boy you’re dating is your zivug, what approach should you take?
Rabbi Menachem Nissel
Fundamentals
Why Elul needs a hard heart — and a soft one
Miriam Kosman
The Interior of Design
So now we’re back home and following our usual routine. I go to cheder in the mornings and join my father at shul in the evenings. My father runs his kollel and continues to give shiurim. Ima takes cares of Yael and my sister continues to improve with her therapy sessions. The whole court thing
Miri Lichtman
The Interior of Design
So now we’re back home and following our usual routine. I go to cheder in the mornings and join my father at shul in the evenings. My father runs his kollel and continues to give shiurim. Ima takes cares of Yael and my sister continues to improve with her therapy sessions. The whole court thing
20 Years of Mishpacha
Behind the Scenes with the Family Table Team
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20 Years of Mishpacha
Join us on a musical journey through the last 20 years and their hit songs
Riki Goldstein
Baby Steps
I slowly wrote the rest of my reply, hit send, and opened up a world of possibilities
Helen Shere
Baby Steps
I should probably let the shul know that I won’t be available to host in a few months... But then again...
Helen Shere
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“Meir!” Abba’s voice shatters my concentration. I blink and look around in confusion. “Meir,” he whispers, “It’s your turn to speak. Go to the stand.”

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