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Ariella Schiller
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Ariella Schiller
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Ariella Schiller
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Ariella Schiller
Two Cents
Unsolicited advice from people with no qualifications but many opinions
Michali Naiman and Chana Fishman
Two Cents
If you thought the hardest part of Yom Tov was the cooking and cleaning, you don’t have teenage girls
Michali Naiman and Chana Fishman
Jr. Fiction
My eyelids fly upward, and I exhale so quickly that my lungs hurt. He’s alive. He’s alive!   Mike is dead in a ditch after being mugged. There’s no doubt about it. I take a shuddering breath and try to think coherently, my palms sweaty on the windowsill. My husband is missing. Maybe he was
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
What I’m Holding On To
“Just toss it!” is the rallying cry of these weeks. But some items we simply can’t bring ourselves to discard. 9 writers share
Faigy Peritzman
What I’m Holding On To
“Just toss it!” is the rallying cry of these weeks. But some items we simply can’t bring ourselves to discard. 9 writers share
Cindy Scarr
From A to Z
“You're my teacher?” she asked, incredulous. I took her little hand in mine
Rikki Baum
From A to Z
“Why,” I demand, “do I have to go to stupid graduation?”
Rikki Baum
Sisters Share
In this new column, we’ll meet wonderful girls who all have siblings with special needs, and they’ll share with us how they feel about being “special” sisters
C. Rosen
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