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Jr. Fiction
I start to feel the belief again. It feels warm, protective, like I’ve relinquished control Supplications are sometimes refused; songs of connection never so. I start to feel the belief again. It feels warm, protective, like I’ve relinquished control. Like I have to hand myself over to a Higher Being and trust that not everything
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
Great Reads: Real Life
I couldn’t care for my children, couldn’t keep house. Who was I when all the stitches unraveled?
Melissa Davies as told to Shoshana Gross
Great Reads: Real Life
How I pieced together a mother-daughter bond from scraps of hurt and hope
Michal Levi
Cut ‘n Paste
Sometimes, the most significant movement… is the one away from where we were
Shlomo Horwitz
Cut ‘n Paste
I see the entire Jewish People standing outside the Makom Hamikdash, knocking on the door, “Abba, let us in!”
Penina Steinbruch
Torah Thought
Torah leaders confronting the Enlightenment were forced to develop innovative and original approaches to preserving and transmitting the mesorah. Rav Samson Raphael Hirsch’s groundbreaking commentary on Chumash stands out.
Rabbi Yirmiyohu Kaganoff
Family Farce: Purim 5782
"Picky eaters? That concept was invented circa 2010; it simply did not exist when we were raising children"
Chana Fishman and Michali Naiman
Family Farce: Purim 5782
How many other foods have achieved the widespread popularity that ketchup has enjoyed for decades?
Yaakov Taub
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