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Shared Space
Dov Haller
More or Less
Esther Kurtz
Center Stage
Gila Arnold
Bricks and Ladders
Ariella Schiller
Win or Lose
Chaim Finkelstein
Reno Real Talk
Every space was maximized in this tiny Brooklyn kitchen
Esti Vago
Reno Real Talk
Could we carve a whole new room out of a set of stairs?
Esti Vago
The Road Home
And I… I’m okay being me, even if I’m not entirely sure who that is
Malka Winner
The Road Home
Somehow, it’s deeply reassuring that the people packing us up are Our People
Malka Winner
LifeTakes
There was one seat left. They saw it at the same time
Rifky Lebel
LifeTakes
It’s hard to clear the snow, or the toys, when they build up
Esther Adler
Unlock Your Heart
Awash in questions, drowning in doubt, we're still cherished
Faigie Zelcer and Leah Gebber
Unlock Your Heart
How can we find a pathway into the Yamim Noraim with this mixture of guilt, fear, and paralysis?
Faigie Zelcer and Leah Gebber
#In A Word
The strong trees protruding through the snow and the sun shining through the shadows are a reminder to me that Hashem always provides us with strength and warmth in the coldness of life
Mishpacha Contributors
#In A Word
If I had to describe the atmosphere at this dinner in Wiesenthal's honor, I would say it was this overwhelming sense of “we have won”
Mishpacha Contributors
More Serial
Bentzi and the Mystery in the Museum

“They have a boy our age, his name is Asher. I went to welcome him and even brought him a treat, but he barely spoke to me!”

By Shifra Glick

More or Less

Stuff’s up?! Understatement of the century. They fired Sandra and Peter. Things were bad, sure, but I didn’t think it was that bad

By Esther Kurtz

The Gatekeeper's Daughter

“Okay, I get it.” Baila’s voice is shrill. “Sooo exciting, having this girl from the middle of nowhere move in”

By Esther Teichtal

Center Stage

Huvy hadn’t said a word! Everything was always “fine, okay, good.” Even when Rina had noticed the others treating her poorly, Huvy never seemed fazed

By Gila Arnold

Bricks and Ladders

So, there is more to Tamara than hairspray and Gucci. I knew it. I file this away for later and walk out to the car

By Ariella Schiller

Win or Lose

He dropped the messy papers into the garbage and dove under the kitchen table. A moment later he emerged, holding his missing sneaker high

By Chaim Finkelstein