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I felt so liberated. What jails we women create for ourselves! It happened when I least expected it. I was in the frozen foods section of the grocery when I stopped and looked around. And that’s when I noticed — all the ladies in the store were wearing hair on their heads. Hair! I almost
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Club Jr.
I felt so liberated. What jails we women create for ourselves! It happened when I least expected it. I was in the frozen foods section of the grocery when I stopped and looked around. And that’s when I noticed — all the ladies in the store were wearing hair on their heads. Hair! I almost
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Now that he was in the Czar’s army, he knew he’d take revenge and right the injustice done by none other than his own brother
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For the sake of saving a life, said Rav Chaim HaLevi of Brisk, we must try everything, even something that goes against logic, even on Yom Kippur
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Family First Editor's Letter
Sometimes the solution isn’t about tackling the reality, but about altering what we tell ourselves about that reality.
Bassi Gruen
Family First Editor's Letter
Sometimes the solution isn’t about tackling the reality, but about altering what we tell ourselves about that reality.
Bassi Gruen
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