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Chavie Zilber
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Chana Silverberg
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Hanna Green
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Sarah Rose
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Brochie Wolfson
A Face and A Place
Rebbe Gedalya Moshe was buried in one of the tiny graveyards in a corner of the city. Who knew of it’s power?
Hodayah Cohen
A Tasty Twist
This summer, while you’re busy with everyday errands and need to quickly pull together a dinner that will wow the shvigger who’s in town visiting, grab a few kiwis and start marinating
Menachem Goodman
A Tasty Twist
Everyone I know loves to serve some kind of meat at the holiday meals, but with prices being so high, I present you with some ways to use a cheaper cut of meat and still get amazing results
Menachem Goodman
Theme Section: Wandering Jews
My parents had survived the Holocaust, but Communism in Hungary was a noose around our necks. Would that small crack during the uprising be the window for our escape?
Riki Goldstein
Theme Section: Wandering Jews
Modern exiles of an ancient people: Four personal accounts of those seeking safer ground
Rachel Bachrach
Tempo: Second Guessing
When I tell Shmuel that I want to host, he thinks I’m a few flowers short of a full bouquet
Ariella Schiller
Tempo: Second Guessing
All I can think is... Should I have done  anything differently?
Ariella Schiller
Teen Fiction
Honestly, I felt the world had enough color in it, and didn’t need me messing up its palette
Miriam Bodner
Teen Fiction
We were the picture-perfect family, Mommy, Daddy, and me
Aliza Field
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“My shtreimel box will go in the suitcase, right?” my husband innocently asked

By Esty Heller

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The best part of shul was walking home hand in hand with my father

By Zelda Karno Goldfield

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Babi was out. Grandma was also out. Bubby for sure was out. Bubby was the stuff of tales from the alte heim

By Miriam Klein Adelman

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But then came 1944. And evil came between the five sisters and their future

By Leah Berger

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Here’s the truth: I’m not a parenting expert. I’m just a parent   “Oh, you would be a good person to ask!” I was sitting at a seudah, juggling the demands of my children, when my cousin spoke up. I froze. History has proven that in most cases, I am not a good person to

By Hadassa Swerds

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I should have hung up just then — I knew it was wrong — but something made me continue listening

By Russy Tendler