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Rochel Samet
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Rochel Samet
Whispers
Instead, I was consumed by fear of the unknown. I received no explanation for the many doctors’ visits, nothing to combat my wild imagination that created stories each night to prevent me falling asleep
Shira Hart
Whispers
I grabbed the folder and handed it to Rachel. “I’ve been doing some writing. Here’s some of my stuff. If you’re interested…”
Shira Hart
What I Reaped
On Succos, we gather our crops, reflect on our harvest. In life, we gather our experiences, appreciate what we’ve gained
Rivki Silver
What I Reaped
On Succos, we gather our crops, reflect on our harvest. In life, we gather our experiences, appreciate what we’ve gained
Chana Marcus
In the Numbers
Infusions? Being hooked up to an IV every month to get medication?    It’s funny how comfortable I am now, walking into Dr. Parker’s office. Ma seems to feel the same way, giving the rheumatologist a friendly greeting and motioning for me to begin. “How are you doing, Libby?” she asks. Gone are the days
Boaz Bachrach
In the Numbers
“He said you will definitely have two children, maybe even three.”
Rabbi Akiva Fox
Jr. Feature Article
Let’s explore billboards — the funny, the sad (literally — it’s crying!), the brightest, noisiest, smelliest — and much, much more!
Rochel Burstyn
Jr. Feature Article
What is your shul like? Is it big? Is it small? Is it a basement with some folding chairs and tables or is it a great, big building with a high ceiling? Today we visit ten of the most amazing shuls in the world.
Rabbi Meir Goldberg
The Insider
Is housing discrimination a hate crime?
David G. Greenfield
The Insider
Each time we were outraged, each time nothing happened
David G. Greenfield
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I’m not regular Libby anymore, just some strange kid who flits in and out of school with the same tired excuses

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