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I of the Storm
Ilana Shafer
I of the Storm
Ilana Shafer
I of the Storm
Ilana Shafer
I of the Storm
Ilana Shafer
I of the Storm
Ilana Shafer
Outside Chance
Chaim picked up his laffa, then put it down. He seemed to be thinking. “I don’t remember ever making a conscious choice in my life”
Esther Kurtz
Outside Chance
My breath caught in my throat. Every time I let myself picture that awful moment, I felt first-trimester nausea
Esther Kurtz
FF POV
Protektzia is baked into our society. Should it be?
Family First Readers
FF POV
Kids are overwhelmed, parents are overworked. Just whose job is this homework, anyway?
Family First Readers
The Next Chapter
Like a geological formation, there are layers and layers of sentimental strata among my clutter
Ahava Ehrenpreis
The Next Chapter
Akiva had been given this siddur by his rebbi in fifth grade, and he’d carried it in his tefillin bag
Ahava Ehrenpreis
Diplomatic Notes with Malcolm Hoenlein
As Iran dashes for the bomb, Israel may be preparing to act
Gedalia Guttentag
Diplomatic Notes with Malcolm Hoenlein
Any threat to the unity of Jerusalem under Jewish control is not something that Israel or world Jewry can yield to
Gedalia Guttentag
Every Soul a World
Just as Moshe Rabeinu’s birthday and Yahrzeit are on the same day, so, too, Rabbi Dahan was decreed to be taken from us on his birthday. One year since his passing
Penina Steinbruch
Every Soul a World
“Yakov, in his short life in This World, succeeded in becoming a walking kiddush Hashem”
Ariella Schiller
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It wasn’t the first time I’d heard of the study. Yet somehow, tonight, the message rang with an added urgency.   To go or not to go? That was the question. Rebbetzin Kushner — a world-famous parenting expert — was coming to our city to talk about “Helping our Children Develop Self-Control — the Precursor to all Middos.”

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How in the world am I supposed to lather this child with love, offer even a semblance of positivity, when she doesn’t give me a chance?

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Get a grip, I told myself. This is not a beauty pageant

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Daniel — usually the patient one — gritted his teeth. “Does she ever turn off?” he muttered

By Ilana Shafer

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The thought of six days without my fireball was so tantalizingly sweet that it was embarrassing

By Ilana Shafer

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If this ain’t a message from Him, my inner voice pronounced, then what is?

By Ilana Shafer