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Ariella Schiller
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A Few Minutes With
Greenblatt spoke with Mishpacha about the Biden administration’s failures, what a Trump administration would do differently, and his experiences on October 7
Moshe Sheffer
A Few Minutes With
“There Is No Right to Engage in Anti-Semitic Speech”
Sandy Eller
Ideas in 3 Dimensions
Rav Yitzchak Hutner is still speaking to you
Rabbi Dovid Bashevkin
Ideas in 3 Dimensions
No one ever really finds Rav Tzaddok — Rav Tzaddok finds you
Dovid Bashevkin
F is for Friendship
“But, but….” I sounded like the sputtering last cup of soda in a slush machine. “That doesn’t make any sense,” I finally said
Ruchama Schnaidman
F is for Friendship
Tzivi wasn’t the writer, I thought. I glanced around the classroom. That left twenty-two other girls. Well, twenty-one because it wasn’t Penina
Ruchama Schnaidman
Make It Work
Meet five women who’ve found careers that keep them on their feet and in action
Miriam Milstein
Make It Work
Four women who got their dream career down to a science
Miriam Milstein
I dare me
The spillover effect of this commitment has been nothing short of incredible
Elisheva Appel
I dare me
I might save a few dollars by checking two stores to see who has a better Kipling sale, but at what expense?
Elisheva Appel
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She studied Deena. Her daughter looked angry and beautiful and very… regular. No uppity princess here

By Ariella Schiller

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You and me both, Libby thought, eyeing her brother-in-law in disgust. You and me both

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“It’s hard for you to have Ma as a teacher, but did you ever look around? Everyone else really, really likes her classes”

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“I don’t understand,” Libby repeated. “Why suspended? Just why, Deena? Why?”

By Ariella Schiller

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Shan turns her head so sharply I get whiplash. “You want me to leave? I knew it”

By Ariella Schiller

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Why couldn’t a different teacher have given over those announcements? Why, oh why, did it have to be my mother?

By Ariella Schiller