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Family Table Readers
tastes like shabbos
Sarah Faygie Berkowitz
tastes like shabbos
Sarah Faygie Berkowitz
tastes like shabbos
Sarah Faygie Berkowitz
tastes like shabbos
Sarah Faygie Berkowitz
This Way That Way
Silky smooth and perfectly sweet, adding white chocolate to baked goods and confections brings dessert to an entirely new level
Family Table Contributors
This Way That Way
Peppery and slightly spicy with a punch of a crunch, radishes have become everyone’s favorite addition to salads
Family Table Contributors
The Struggle Is the Goal
We each have our own private quests, those goals we tried — or keep trying — to achieve. As we struggle and strive, the process becomes its own destination
Ahuva Holzer
The Struggle Is the Goal
We each have our own private quests, those goals we tried — or keep trying — to achieve. As we struggle and strive, the process becomes its own destination
Yosef Zoimen
What I Reaped
On Succos, we gather our crops, reflect on our harvest. In life, we gather our experiences, appreciate what we’ve gained
Rivki Silver
What I Reaped
On Succos, we gather our crops, reflect on our harvest. In life, we gather our experiences, appreciate what we’ve gained
Chana Marcus
Here I Mourn
There are places that epitomize the destruction: Six writers share the location in which  they touch the Churban
Mishpacha Contributors
The Ring of Healing: Succos 5785
So much more binds us than separates
Penina Steinbruch
The Ring of Healing: Succos 5785
One year later, converging circles of heart and hope
Rav Aaron Lopiansky
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Rebbetzin Frieda Halberstam (née Rubin) was born and raised in Poland, and spent five bitter cold and difficult years in Siberia during World War II. Even in Siberia, she did everything she could to avoid working on Shabbos. Frieda lost her father and some of her siblings in the war. After the war, she and

By Sarah Faygie Berkowitz

tastes like shabbos

Photo Credit: Baila Rochel Leiner “At the center of a home filled with chesed and love, our mother, Rebbetzin Miriam Belsky, stood side by side with our father, Rav Chaim Yisroel Belsky ztz”l, in his communal work drawing talmidim and others close to Hashem,” says their eldest daughter Sarah Hindy Gross. “It’s hard to talk

By Sarah Faygie Berkowitz

tastes like shabbos

Rebbetzin Shulamit Bitton-Blau, as remembered by her children and grandchildren Maybe it was because she was an only child, born under miraculous circumstances to her holy parents, Rav Shimon and Beya Cohen, that led to a lifelong joie de vivre for Rebbetzin Shulamit Bitton-Blau. Perhaps it was the massive and beautiful Birkas Kohanim endowed on

By Sarah Faygie Berkowitz

tastes like shabbos

There was a feeling of peace, serenity, and holiness. That’s what the guest saw that night, and what family and visitors experienced every Shabbos.

By Sarah Faygie Berkowitz

tastes like shabbos

My mother wasn’t a natural in the kitchen, and possibly, she would have rather been elsewhere.

By Chanie Nayman and Rebbetzin Faigie Horowitz