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Chanie Nayman
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Chanie Nayman
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Chanie Nayman
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Chanie Nayman
LifeLines
If you ever read any book about love languages, my mother’s picture should be on the opening of the chapter on gift giving
Mattie Weinberg
LifeLines
Fighting for our baby’s every breath, we gained just as much as we gave
C. Saphir
Fundamentals
I find myself writing with hope for joy and song as we once again approach Lag B’omer.
Rebbetzin Aviva Feiner
Fundamentals
When we hide from reality, He hides from us
Mrs. Shani Mendlowitz
Story Supplement
His brother was a singer. So what?
Chani Muller
Story Supplement
All Ezzy had to do was give each pot a quick rinse. How hard could that be?
Chaim Finkelstein
Family Diary
I felt my shoulders lift when she spoke. I had the Rebbetzin’s brachah — and assurance — that I’d go far
Musia Slavin and Rechama Jaffa
Family Diary
"You’re going to go bankrupt one day because you don’t know how to treat your customers"
Musia Slavin and Rechama Jaffa
Made in Heaven
Some of the myths, misconceptions, and mistaken beliefs that often accompany even stable marriages
Rabbi Ben Tzion Shafier
Made in Heaven
If you focus on what your husband is doing for you, you’ll find your resentment lessening rather quickly
Rabbi Ben Tzion Shafier
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I have to thank everyone out there who builds their succah in the weeks leading up to Rosh Hashanah. I love making a big deal out of them to my kids. For me, though, it’s a great offset to the fears of entering Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. The succah during Elul says: We’re about

By Chanie Nayman

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I have a non-Jewish neighbor who was recently gifted a shofar. He says it brings good luck, and at all hours of the day I am lucky enough to hear the sounds of a shofar. (I’m not being sarcastic, by the way; I mean it seriously.) When I hear a shofar blow while I’m inside

By Chanie Nayman

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It’s been a very, very long time since last Rosh Hashanah — it’s gotta be more than 12 months by now. Remember back when we didn’t know if the kids’ schools would open, and how? And the delight on their faces when they were finally able to walk back into the building? I recall the

By Chanie Nayman

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My most cherished recipes are the ones that I write down with the phone in the crook of my neck, getting all the details from my grandmother on how to make her classics, like rugelach. There’s the actual recipe, and then there are the footnotes to the recipe, all the comments and amendments. It’s at

By Chanie Nayman

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There was a time, back when I still lived in Israel, that I did the food styling for our photo shoots. This was years ago; I can’t imagine having the time for that these days. Most of the props I owned have long been given away (tangent warning, Renee Muller just found a box of

By Chanie Nayman

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Late afternoon this past Shabbos, we had a storm followed by a blackout. This might be a polarizing statement, but I didn’t mind it at all. Whereas many (most??) people foresaw the mess they would wake up to twelve hours later, I saw it as Hashem setting me up for a much-needed good night’s sleep.

By Chanie Nayman