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Malka Grunhaus
Portrait of a Family
Malka Grunhaus
Portrait of a Family
Malka Grunhaus
Portrait of a Family
Malka Grunhaus
Portrait of a Family
Malka Grunhaus
Sisters Share
In this new column, we’ll meet wonderful girls who all have siblings with special needs, and they’ll share with us how they feel about being “special” sisters
C. Rosen
Deal or No Deal
You realize that your husband and the other sons-in-law were not invited
Deal or No Deal
Besides him needing to learn basic derech eretz for me, what will his wife say?
I read it for you
I’m an anxious person, so I keep a pillow stuffed with eight months’ worth of living expenses. It’s a little stiff , and the crinkly sound drives my wife crazy, but it helps me sleep better.
Rabbi Dovid Bashevkin
I read it for you
Each morning, Mr. Market knocks on the door and offers his stock at a different price.
Dovid Bashevkin
Movin on Up
Trust yourself more than any test you’ll ever take – you’re the world expert on YOU!
Shaina Keren
Movin on Up
Chaya rethinks her assessment of what an ideal workplace looks like
Leah Greenburg
Podcast: The Rose Report
I don’t like making predictions about the news. There are too many variables. Too many players. There’s the Hand of G-d who intervenes in ways that we can never forecast.  But I’ve been a newsman since the 1970s and I’ve covered comparable stories over many decades. Some stories blow up. Some blow over. Sometimes we see signs in advance, so I will suggest a few things to watch that may give us clarity for 2022.
Binyamin Rose
Podcast: The Rose Report
Before voting for Trump again, or welcoming his Orthodox Jewish advisors back with open arms, or even voting for Bibi again, their clumsy diplomacy should be held against them
Binyamin Rose
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