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Kids at home? Pesach-themed activities and crafts to keep them happy
Sara Wolf
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Give your home a cozy facelift with these DIY felting crafts
Mati Swimer
Match Quest
No parent sets out to hurt their children this way. So how does this occur?
Sara Eisemann
Match Quest
Can my daughter show her true self on a Zoom date?
Sara Eisemann
Unlock Your Heart
Can I ever find joy in davening, or is that a contradiction in terms?
Faigie Zelcer and Leah Gebber
Unlock Your Heart
How can we pray with joy when we lack so much?
Faigie Zelcer and Leah Gebber
Parallel Journeys
I look at my face in those pictures and see my innocence: How I thought things would stay that way forever, sharing a journey with Etty, sharing our lives.
Faigy Schonfeld
Parallel Journeys
Good girls don’t ask, I was told
Esty Mandelbaum
Staff Room
I always make a big brunch seudah in the morning — two big shakshukas, tons of fresh bread, and lots of fresh, cold grapes and watermelon to help everyone start to hydrate.
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“Who are you? Where are you?” The captain and Tuvia stormed into the hallway, looking for the mysterious intruder In the first series of The Treasure Hunts (Issues 797-804), an exciting mashal, we met Tuvia and the captain, who were together when they found “the lost island,” a place that they thought was filled with
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He looked upward and screamed out to Hashem from the very depths of his heart and soul, “RIBBONO SHEL OLAM! HELP!”

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“What can I say?” Rebbe Nachman raised his hands. “What is it you want from me?”

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The Rebbe stared intently at his attendant. “You must not see the words I am writing. They must be concealed from your eyes”

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