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Family First Feature
Four writers share stories of modern-day miracles
Family First Contributors
Family First Feature
Their ancestors hid from the Inquisition — now they’re coming home
Bashie Lisker
Serial
Her entire life in Boston had been surrounded by action and drama and chaos. Why had she wanted to leave it all behind?
Ariella Schiller
Serial
“What can I tell you, Perri, it was definitely not Our Type of people”
Blimi Rabinowitz
Counterpoint
Our cover story, “Opening the Books” in Issue 1030 continues to draw vigorous and passionate feedback. Here is a sampling:
Mishpacha Readers
Counterpoint
“Everyone agrees an education is a basic right. It should be the same for frum children”
Mishpacha Readers
A Face and A Place
Rebbe Gedalya Moshe was buried in one of the tiny graveyards in a corner of the city. Who knew of it’s power?
Hodayah Cohen
For the Record
It was only natural that following the Holocaust...messianic yearnings would once again surface
Shmuel Botnick and Yosef Herz
For the Record
From the times of Chazal, Jews kept the cherished custom of serving a hot dish as part of the Shabbos day repast
Dovi Safier and Yehuda Geberer
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Hey, Deena! I saw your post about the Succos tour, and ……… GUESS WHAT?! You totally convinced me and I think I’m signing up!

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Lemongrass: Sounds sick to me. Overstepping bounds for sure. Find a new therapist

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Over time, Pessie had come to recognize that functional was relative, and the Hersko clan didn’t suffer from the last-minute frenzied Shabbos prep

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There was a crackle on the line, and the voice coming through the speaker was muffled. Muffled, but familiar

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Did they realize what a loss they’d experienced? Did they realize this was forever, this odd void they could hardly identify, being so young and clueless?

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Hindy waddled out of the water, flailing her arms. “My knee — it’s b-b-burning!”

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