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The Measuring Stick
Eliana Cline
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Growing Old Graciously
Yaffa Ganz
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If I Could
Tzipora Fineman
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A Stranger in a Strange Place
Sara Fried
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Fingering Happiness
Chany. G. Rosengarten
Follow Me
Follow Me: Postscript    
I don’t know about you, but with the completion of Follow Me, I’m breathing a tremendous sigh of relief
Esty Heller
Follow Me
Follow Me: Chapter 58 
She appreciated her husband’s spirit, but couldn’t there be a balance? An unassuming desk job, with some side passion as an outlet?
Esty Heller
Eternal Wall: Pesach Theme 5782
Sacred Route
Motti Levy’s been driving for Egged since 1969, when access to the Kosel was still a newly won thrill
Penina Steinbruch
Eternal Wall: Pesach Theme 5782
Eternal Wall: Editors' Letter
We hope you can savor this offering as we pray for the time when the Kosel will again be not a final destination, but a gateway to Hashem’s presence on earth
Nomee Shaingarten and Shoshana Friedman
Moving Forward
Moving Forward: Chapter 7
“Your acceptance of your situation is very refreshing. We don’t always have to know the end"
Estie Samson
Moving Forward
Moving Forward: Chapter 7
"There aren’t so many people like me around here and I’m looking to make a new friend”
Estie Samson
Shul of My Youth
Open House
Rabbi Paysach Krohn remembers the shul of his youth
Baila Rosenbaum
Shul of My Youth
Lined Up Around the Block
For some reason my father chose to become a member at Dukes Place, and that was our shul
Riki Goldstein
Every Song Has Its Story
Every Song Has Its Story
Do we ever think much about, or even know, what motivated our favorite song?
Riki Goldstein
Every Song Has Its Story
The Man from Vilna
“In place of a sefer Torah,” he told the group, “let us carry this child, who represents the future of the Jewish people”
Riki Goldstein
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In the Funhouse

Our inner mirrors distort how we perceive ourselves and others as well My eyesight has gone through many metamorphoses as I’ve gone through life. It began with receiving my first pair of sparkly pink cat-eye glasses in second grade, progressed to higher-strength wire rims in seventh, and even stronger contact lenses in high school. I

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