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Fork in the Road
It may have been  a seemingly small act of kindness, but it took root and grew tall: 17 readers share stories of giving the pick-me-up Pesach fell out that year on a Sunday night. Which meant — I realized with a jolt late Friday afternoon, about an hour before candlelighting — that I had to pick up
Michal Frischman
Fork in the Road
It may have been  a seemingly small act of kindness, but it took root and grew tall: 17 readers share stories of giving the pick-me-up Pesach fell out that year on a Sunday night. Which meant — I realized with a jolt late Friday afternoon, about an hour before candlelighting — that I had to pick up
Rivki Rabinowitz
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Protektzia is baked into our society. Should it be?
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Kids are overwhelmed, parents are overworked. Just whose job is this homework, anyway?
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Welcome to Oymyakon, the coldest town on Earth
Bashie Lisker
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This is Deep Dive, Dubai, the deepest pool in the world
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“Stretching the rules, or even worse, ignoring them or simply lying, in the name of frumkeit seems to have become the norm”
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Open Mic
The Torah itself explicitly reveals to us the secret to achieving simchas Yom Tov
Shmuel Botnick
In the Numbers
It may have been  a seemingly small act of kindness, but it took root and grew tall: 17 readers share stories of giving the pick-me-up Pesach fell out that year on a Sunday night. Which meant — I realized with a jolt late Friday afternoon, about an hour before candlelighting — that I had to pick up
Boaz Bachrach
In the Numbers
“He said you will definitely have two children, maybe even three.”
Rabbi Akiva Fox
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