Yehuda Bromberg

Yehuda Bromberg

Yehuda Bromberg resides in Baltimore, Maryland. He is the author of Storytime, a weekly feature of short stories in the Mishpacha Junior. Yehuda is also the creator of Y.B Productions and produces his own children’s CD’s, including the latest action-packed story, “The Miser.” 

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Story Time
Wednesday, February 13, 2019
Reb Pinchas sank onto his knees in shock. There was nothing he could do then but stare into the swaying trees as total grief shook his body
Story Time
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
“The voice tells me that if we should ever have a child then something terrible will happen to it”
Story Time
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
“I saw his face when he was talking with us. He’s completely brainwashed. He needs the ideas of the Jewish people to be beaten out of him!”
Story Time
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Max stepped forward and held out his arms to hug Meir. A huge golden cross dangled from a chain around his neck
Story Time
Tuesday, January 08, 2019
“I’m not your son! My name is Meir son of Efraim. I am a Jewish boy on a business trip from Vienna”
Story Time
Wednesday, January 02, 2019
Courageous and eager to help his ailing family, Meir volunteered to undertake the business trip his father had been about to take right before he became sick
Story Time
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
“Ah, Agnes, what a pleasant surprise!” A dark-skinned woman wearing many shawls and beads approached the elegant guest with excitement. “What a pleasure it is to see you again”
Story Time
Thursday, December 20, 2018
“I’m blessed that my son is marrying into to the royal Absberg family. I am but a simple judge, and they are such a prestigious German family”
Story Time
Tuesday, December 11, 2018
The Arab brute breathed heavily through his thick black mustache. “In case you haven’t noticed, there isn’t anyone else inside this tavern except for us and you”
Story Time
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Again, someone was calling others to come daven but not a soul appeared inside the forest clearing. Reb Shalom went inside and donned a tallis