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Windows
Esty Heller
Words Unspoken
Anonymous
LifeTakes
Esther Adler
Windows
Devorah Schechter
Musings
Mali Jung
Jr. Fiction
The memory of dear old Ruchel would forever remain, even when we were back at home in dull, drizzly London W hen I was young, my family didn’t travel to Israel too often. But when we did, there were three mandatory items on our to-do list. One, head to the Kosel. Two, take the bus
Bashie Lisker
Jr. Fiction
Mendy stalks toward me, hand outstretched. I shriek until Mommy comes onto the porch to see what’s going on
Ariella Schiller
From My Table
I’m always looking for recipes that give me a lot of mileage. They can’t be too time consuming and also have to be exciting for my kids.
Chanie Nayman
From My Table
I finally tried making homemade boba. It’s fun and different to add to drinks!
Chanie Nayman
diary
I’m continuously astonished by how much less of a big deal this switch has been than I thought it would be
Aliza Feder
Moonwalk
I wonder if the path is as lonely as I’ve been imagining, after all
Rochel Samet
Moonwalk
Wait, since when do I joke about these things? What’s happening to me?
Rochel Samet
tastes like shabbos
Just the word itself brings waves of nostalgia for the beautiful Shabbosos of my childhood
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tastes like shabbos
A teacher and a mother, Rebbetzin Machlis cooked for several hundred guests every Shabbos for decades
Sarah Faygie Berkowitz
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