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Gitel Moses
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Sari Klein
Connection Everywhere: Yom Kippur Theme 5783
“Please come with me,” she begged. “It’ll be a one-time thing — and the trip won’t last more than 24 hours”
Sarah Pardes
Connection Everywhere: Yom Kippur Theme 5783
It wouldn’t be easy to both fast and care for my father the entire day. So, the zechus of the mitzvah fell on me
Sarah Pardes
5 Myths
What do you know about Swiss banks?
Sharon Gelbach
Speak Up
"As long as everyone’s chilled and happy (and you take along good food J) you can have fun anywhere!"
Elky Pascal
Grab the Reins
“These addicts give up everything to get clean. They leave their homes, their families, their jobs, they leave their creature comforts and everything else behind” ,Grab the Reins: Chapter 34,“These addicts give up everything to get clean. They leave their homes, their families, their jobs, they leave their creature comforts and everything else behind”
Shoshana Schwartz
Grab the Reins
“When something really does bother you but you don’t let yourself feel it, that’s a problem. That’s what causes resentments”,Grab the Reins: Chapter 33,“When something really does bother you but you don’t let yourself feel it, that’s a problem. That’s what causes resentments”
Shoshana Schwartz
Front Row Seat
“A groisse shkoyach. mamush, a groise mitzvah hot ir gehat”
C.S. Teitelbaum
Front Row Seat
Whenever Rabbi Whittow had to buy a new car, the Rosh Yeshivah told him to weigh only two considerations
C.S. Teitelbaum
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In a machlokes such as this, everyone is wrong

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Not for the first time, the shrieks from my soul escape, and I sob

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Diploma in hand, husband at my side, cape on my back, I was ready to conquer the world

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There was no one to tell. No one who’d appreciate it like she would have

By Sarah Rose

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Her diagnosis was a blow. And 18 years later, she’s still a child   I stand at the doorway watching Chaviva. She’s off to the side, singing to her own beat. She then gravitates toward the windows, where she can see the room’s bright colors, and the tables and chairs, reflected in the window pane.

By Brochie Wolfson