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Chashie Stern
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Hadassa Swerds
Behind the Book
Against the backdrop of the California Gold Rush, life on a Louisiana plantation, and Cherokee clan rivalries, the characters struggle with their own family dramas and dilemmas
Riki Goldstein
Behind the Book
M. Kenan shows her versatility as an author, crossing cultural worlds with integrity while remaining in the modern age
Riki Goldstein
Sidekick
This year our flight will be twice as long, and you had better believe that I double- and triple-checked our tickets
Hadassa Swerds
Sidekick
Okaaay. Somebody call the cops. This pack of five-year-olds is clearly up to no good
Hadassa Swerds
Teen Serial
“Meeting Shan’s mother feels more like a job interview with a boss who already hates you”
Ariella Schiller
Teen Serial
Hashem, I whisper, please help me. I have no idea what to do. I don’t want to hurt anybody. And I’m just really, really tired
Ariella Schiller
coffee break
Dani Dayan is the departing consul general of Israel in New York
Omri Nahmias
coffee break
Rabbi Aryeh Lightstone is senior advisor to US Ambassador to Israel David Friedman
Gershon Burstyn
Dreamscapes
Could I create a library to serve as my son’s living legacy?
Elisheva Appel
Dreamscapes
Although the world of psychology has made huge strides, I was concerned that we, as kallah teachers, hadn’t yet caught up
Elisheva Appel
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“They’re not necessary, Ma,” my daughter told me. “You’re the only one who still uses yours”

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A child knows when others have more — or spend like they have more

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She’s the level of nice that has always caused me to feel protective of her

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The memory of dear old Ruchel would forever remain, even when we were back at home in dull, drizzly London

By Mali Jung