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FF Point of View
Is sheltering kids the ideal — or misguided? Ten women share their take
Family First Contributors
Friendship
Would you rather be part of a large chevreh or have one special best friend? Many teens have asked themselves this question
Devora Zheutlin, MA, CAS
Friendship
When faced with hard moments, remember the following: Many meaningful conversations are “charged” with discomfort
Devora Zheutlin, MA, CAS
En Route
The universal motivators of sin all center on the self
Mrs. Shani Mendlowitz
I of the Storm
I pinched myself. Could it be that the entire Shafer crew is cooperating, smiling — and genuinely happy? Could it be that our family portrait is not a complete farce?
Ilana Shafer
I of the Storm
So I’m not a tzadeikes, I shot back to my ever-present faultfinder. I haven’t got bottomless reservoirs of patience. But I’m not so bad, either
Ilana Shafer
15 Years
"In general, we bend over backward to make sure the reader is getting the full value he purchased the magazine for, because there is only one consideration: you, the reader" 
Yaakov Gerstel
15 Years
The making of a magazine: Special anniversary project
Barbara Bensoussan
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