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I was the star of the cutest shidduch story — until it all came crashing down

While sitting quietly in the back, I learned more about what kavod haTorah means than I had gleaned the entire Shabbos

So much for shibboleths like “democracy” and “voice of the people”

I couldn’t let the class queen invade my daughter’s haven

My mother quickly gathered us together for lighting and insisted I play a Maoz Tzur solo on my kazoo

“Every so often I would advertise the lost tallis in various places, but to no avail”