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Yael Zoldan
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Tehila Friedman
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Raizy Cohen
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Susie Netzer
In the Balance
Our victory is that we don’t perpetuate the evil
Baruch S. Fertel, MD, MPA, FACEP
In the Balance
Trust your doctor. But only believe in Hashem
Baruch S. Fertel, MD, MPA, FACEP
Profiles
“I gave the yeshivah my very bones”: 50 years later, Reb Yaakov “Jackie” Levison remembers the Ponevezher Rav
Rabbi Eliyahu Gut and Rabbi Ephraim Zalman Galinsky
Profiles
While people think of Misaskim as the guys who bring accessories to shivah houses and post nichum aveilim notices, those are just the end products
Sandy Eller
5 out of 10
Every Elul zeman begins ambitiously
Rabbi Dovid Bashevkin
5 out of 10
It might be worthwhile to reexamine some mourning practices
Rabbi Dovid Bashevkin
On Topic
How we measure intelligence — and what it means
Adina Lover
On Topic
You’ve decided to strike out on your own and go freelance. Here’s how to establish yourself in your field and work your way toward success
Miriam Bloch
Recipes
This winning combo of spices, will have you coming back again and again.
Chanie Nayman
Recipes
This two-ingredient butterscotch sauce is super easy and requires almost no active work.
Michal Frischman
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Why do I fall apart each month, when I should be thrilled we still have a chance?

By Shevy Levine

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If I cry it means I’m guilty. If I cry it means I miss my daughter. I will want to be with her. And I can’t now. So I won’t cry. I won’t

By Sarah Ehrman

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When you’ve belonged to a smaller community for generations, it takes just about that long to feel truly connected somewhere else

By Sarah Moses Spero

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When our teacher mentioned imagining what we would be like without Torah, I don’t think she meant it so literally, but I have an overactive imagination

By Penina Steinbruch

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The conflicting emotions are suffocating; the joy of a young boy on the brink of life and the private pain of each person there

By Leora Rosenberg

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A t the turn of the previous century, my great-grandmother, Bubby Mina, would begin Pesach preparations right before Chanukah. Bubby, who lived in a little town near Minsk, would shoo everyone out of the house at daybreak and then begin her labors. Her first task was to take the two geese she had lovingly fattened

By Zelda Goldfield