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Who Knows Eight: Chanukah Theme 5785
As we count our flames each night, do any of those numbers take on a life of their own?
Mishpacha Contributors
Tempo: Second Guessing
When I tell Shmuel that I want to host, he thinks I’m a few flowers short of a full bouquet
Ariella Schiller
Tempo: Second Guessing
All I can think is... Should I have done  anything differently?
Ariella Schiller
On the Line
Nearly a year after the six families had moved in, our intensive efforts notwithstanding, there was still no eiruv
Mordechai Paretzky as told to Ruthie Paretzky
On the Line
“Rabbi,” one of them finally reluctantly began, “I’m not exactly sure how to tell you this, but….”
Mordechai Paretzky as told to Ruthie Paretzky
Making It
In a monthly series, Mishpacha speaks to real people in our communities who are struggling — and succeeding — to “make it.” Learn their strategies, secrets, fears, and dreams as they share the wealth of their hard-earned experience,
Chaia Frishman
Making It
It was supposed to happen, but hasn’t yet
Chaia Frishman
The Places We Call Home  
A celebration of the walls that surround, protect, and define us
Family First Contributors
The Places We Call Home  
Housing prices, mortgage rates, and inflation have skyrocketed. Yet many young couples are still buying homes. How are they doing it? And should they be?
Toby Berger
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Not because she didn’t want to, but because she was advised by a specific askan not to tell her family

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I was never tested; if faced with an endless wait like this, would I sink or swim?

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Don’t you want your son to learn to experience the simchah of Purim without relying on alcohol?

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I can’t invite only some of you. I can’t invite all of you. Instead, Tatty and I invite none of you

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Mrs. W., when I came to your house for Shabbos, I realized how much I didn’t know

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I closed my eyes and pictured the bassinet next to my bed and that the crying infant was my baby

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