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The frum community must reclaim its internal Zusha!

Squirrel Hill. Just mentioning the name warms me on a chilly fall Sunday morning. Only this one feels far chillier than usual. I haven’t been there in many years, so that warm feeling is more impressionistic than concrete, rooted in some long-ago memories and a few points of connection to the place. For one, I

“Your intentions are pleasing, but your actions are not”

Here and there, little vestiges of Tishrei persist

Fault lines that threaten our country’s heart and soul

Being pro-phylactery can be downright prophylactic