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“Come to Beit Letzanim, the feel-good shul”

One foot in front of the other is up to you

She didn’t seem to understand that I had almost died. Or maybe she would have preferred it that way

At one point, my mother asked me what I planned to do “when I grow up.” I was taken aback by her question. Wasn’t it obvious?

Who was Reb Shaya Blau a”h, and how did he save so many from the Churban in Europe?

We rolled up our sleeves, chopped wood for the fire, stirred the mash, added the hops, barreled our brew — and then made a l’chayim