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Latest Family First Editor's Letter
Family First Editor's Letter
Bassi Gruen
Family First Editor's Letter
Bassi Gruen
Family First Editor's Letter
Bassi Gruen
Family First Editor's Letter
Shoshana Friedman
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
I was the stereotypical newlywed, setting up my best friend with my husband’s kid brother
Esty Heller
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
Ninth-grade bochurim would huddle in a corner, daring each other to make the plunge and ask Mordy a question
Shmuel Botnick
Talk Back
"One thing most definitely does need fixing. And that is the absence of empathy and respect for an entire demographic"
C. Saphir
Talk Back
Believe me — I promise you that I’m constantly questioning: Why was I worthy of this miracle?
Charlene Aminoff
En Route
The universal motivators of sin all center on the self
Mrs. Shani Mendlowitz
More or Less
"If she’s done this with too many clients, my entire reputation is done. I’m too small, too new to rehabilitate from this"
Esther Kurtz
More or Less
No matter how much I realized I’d done wrong since I’d gotten married, how selfish and self-centered I’d been, this parallel just brought it all home
Esther Kurtz
Text Messages
Thank you, for both your honest feedback and your friendship-from-afar
Eytan Kobre
Text Messages
It's the day when as a community, time and again we fail mightily in our designated role on this earth
Eytan Kobre
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Yirmiyahu’s Jerusalem is a mother, like me. But she hasn’t spent the past few hours holding, nurturing, or comforting her children. Her children are gone

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