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DMCs
“Loser, you’re a loser,” my classmates taunt, pointing at my cleft lip while I shrink into hopeless oblivion
Devorah Grant
DMCs
I would find myself crying not for Kaila and her family, but for the simplicity of my own life before this all happened
Ariella Schiller
tastes like shabbos
Just the word itself brings waves of nostalgia for the beautiful Shabbosos of my childhood
Family Table Readers
tastes like shabbos
A teacher and a mother, Rebbetzin Machlis cooked for several hundred guests every Shabbos for decades
Sarah Faygie Berkowitz
Hosha Na! — Succos Theme 5783
We cry out and He responds
Elana Moskowitz
Hosha Na! — Succos Theme 5783
We cry out and He responds
Mindel Kassorla
Treeo Serial
How I’m going to stop the guys, I don’t know. I just know that if I don’t find out more, I definitely can’t do anything.
Rochel Samet
Treeo Serial
These men… Who knows where they’re going, how far, and if I can really keep up on my bike if they go too far
Rochel Samet
Cozey Serial
She’s looking down while she speaks, and I suddenly have the weirdest thought: She’s intimidated by me
Ariella Schiller
Cozey Serial
She doesn’t recognize me. We’ve been in school together since kindergarten and She. Doesn’t. Recognize Me
Ariella Schiller
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