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Shul of My Youth
Rabbi Paysach Krohn remembers the shul of his youth
Baila Rosenbaum
Shul of My Youth
For some reason my father chose to become a member at Dukes Place, and that was our shul
Riki Goldstein
In Sights
Closeup tales of greatness
Rabbi Chaim Aryeh Zev Ginzberg
In Sights
The lesson the Rosh Yeshivah taught us when coping with his tremendous loss was perhaps the greatest lesson of all
Rabbi Chaim Aryeh Zev Ginzberg
Medical Mysteries
All the tests came back clear—but something was very wrong
Faigy Peritzman
Medical Mysteries
What was behind my son’s attacks of agonizing pain?
Faigy Peritzman
Always on Me
Is there something you always carry on you, even if it’s seen better days?
Rabbi Meyer H. May
Always on Me
Is there something you always carry on you, even if it’s seen better days?
Rabbi Aharon Friedler
Elevate
“Could there be a greater demonstration of the strength and beauty of our nation?”
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Elevate
I asked my students to think about the words “Ein keitz l’yemei hara’ah — there’s no end to the days of evil”
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9 writers hear messages from days gone by reverberating in their own lives

By Esther Teichtal

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  T he November sun is strong, but there’s a chill in the air I hadn’t expected. Autumn has crept up from behind in its mixed-up glory, blustery clawing tendrils and floaty leaves sashaying down to earth. I berate myself for not bringing sweaters as I lock the car, strap the baby in the stroller,

By Rachael Lavon

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I s a child being raised in Flatbush, I was surrounded by girls whose fathers learned in places like the Mir, Chaim Berlin, Torah Vodaath. Me? I was the daughter of a baal teshuvah from some hick town called Saratoga Springs — a place no one knew about. Blank stares were de riguer, and I

By Elana Rothberg

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L iving in Eretz Yisrael means not just living in a land filled with kedushah, but in a land saturated with our people’s past. Here in Ramat Beit Shemesh, we Anglo olim are just the newest population strata in an area known for its incredibly rich history, going back to the times of the Tanach —

By Gila Arnold

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  G rowing up in Baltimore, we had Washington, D.C., in our backyard. We spent Chol Hamoed trips there, school trips there, and any-other-opportunity trips there. The result was that, despite its glamorous status as the nation’s capital, Washington became a big bore. Been there, done that. But my attitude changed when I entered the

By Faigy Peritzman

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O ld meets new in York, perhaps more than in any other city in England. Bus routes weave around ancient city walls, the quaint marketplace thrives just a short distance from a designer outlet mall, and supermarkets jostle for space along a riverbank marked with bridges, stone buildings, signposts to history. In the middle of

By Rochel Samet