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Latest Family Tempo
Life Lab
Esther Kurtz
Musings
Raizy Cohen
Windows
Eliana Cline
Musings
Susie Netzer
LifeTakes
Ashira Becker
Chef
This was the first time that working hard, fast, and creatively would get me in trouble.
Chef Suzie Gornish
True Colors
The only thing I thought I was good at was being lonely. And trust me, it’s not a good thing to be good at
Chaya Rosen
True Colors
Since when do fire alarms actually mean a fire?
Chaya Rosen
Impressions
It is my hope that both hosts and guests learn something from the following stories,all of which are based on actual events
Rabbi Ron Yitzchok Eisenman
Impressions
We were connected through old lyrics and new challenges
Liba Mendelson
Calligraphy
Now Jacob’s pathetic cries were a mockery, and I trembled, my knees pulled tight up to my chin. I could not, would not hold him in my arms and watch him slip away. Not again
Perl Weisz
Calligraphy
“You need to choose to fight this monster or he’ll get the better of you. You can live a happy life, you can break free of this. The first step is to want to get better.”
Michal Marcus
Shul of My Youth
Rabbi Paysach Krohn remembers the shul of his youth
Baila Rosenbaum
Shul of My Youth
For some reason my father chose to become a member at Dukes Place, and that was our shul
Riki Goldstein
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