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Game On!
Think beyond your fridge. Many doors, dishwashers, or other household items have a large magnetic surface
Chanie Nayman
Game On!
This month, we’re rallying around all things wood, namely, popsicle sticks, to bring the trees indoors
Chanie Nayman
Make Her Day: Chanukah 5782
Enjoy a glimpse at the joy they sparked
Ariella Schiller and Miriam Milstein
Off the Eaten Path
Here I’m presenting a combination of my experiences from the Detroit, Michigan, areas — only my favorite parts, of course!
Naomi Nachman
Off the Eaten Path
I spent much of July in France, where I had the opportunity to work for a phenomenal cruise company, Kosher River Cruises
Naomi Nachman
Dreamscapes
Could I create a library to serve as my son’s living legacy?
Elisheva Appel
Dreamscapes
Although the world of psychology has made huge strides, I was concerned that we, as kallah teachers, hadn’t yet caught up
Elisheva Appel
C is for Courage
Almost four years have passed. Almost four years since that hot summer day when I was diagnosed with cancer. Who would’ve thought that cancer would be the best thing that happened to me?
Esty Bloom
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Throughout the Yamim Noraim, three words accompany us

By Riki Goldstein

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“During Mussaf on Yom Kippur, we recite a piece about the Asarah Harugei Malchus (The Ten Martyrs) called Eileh Ezkerah. I could never read those words without being moved to tears, and I wrote a song about this tragedy which appears on our These I Remember album. Many people have told me that it is

By Riki Goldstein

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“It’s awe-inspiring to watch the Rebbe sing this song”

By Riki Goldstein

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A classic that shakes the beis medrash.

By Riki Goldstein

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T he rarefied atmosphere of the Yamim Noraim, a blend of awe and longing and intense prayer, is closely tied to the solemn tunes and the stirring words. The power of a niggun to awaken our hearts is a blessing which comes into its own at this auspicious time of year.   Which song or

By Riki Goldstein

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A moment etched in Reb Dovid Werdyger’s memory forever

By Riki Goldstein