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Esther Shaindy Leshkowitz
Words Unspoken
Anonymous
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Adina Hammer
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Ora McCarthy
LifeTakes
Penina Pinchasi
Purim 5784
With striped hats and hyped cats, these classics reinvent themselves
Mishpacha Contributors
Purim 5784
Daas Balabatim You Can Trust
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Turning Tides
I almost fainted at this blatant anti-Semitism. I quickly ran through appropriate responses in my head, and rejected them all. It would be a waste of breath to even respond
Leah Gebber
Turning Tides
What would Rivka want her bas mitzvah to look like, now that there could be none of the big ideas she’d dreamed about?
Leah Gebber
the Places You'll Go
When cabin fever hits, some of the most surprising excursions aren’t too far from your own backyard
Zivia Reischer
the Places You'll Go
When cabin fever hits, some of the most surprising excursions aren’t too far from your own backyard
Riki Goldstein
Worldview
There’s nothing that casts as much light as a Jewish soul aflame
Gedalia Guttentag
Worldview
These two words mean the capacity to gaze unblinkingly at the reality of what we’re dealing with
Gedalia Guttentag
Step It Up
              My daughter is still in a state of disbelief. “So you really want a quiet Shabbos — just the two of you?” “Mom, what’s doing this Shabbos?” my daughter asks me over the phone. “We’re having a quiet one,” I reply. “Oh. Who’s coming?” “No one.” “What do you mean
Mindel Kassorla
Step It Up
When you focus on the now, the future becomes possible
Mindel Kassorla
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