fbpx
 
I brushed off all of my crumbs so many times, I thought. I washed all of my toys. Had it all been for nothing? After all that, we had chometz — bread! — in our house!

By Teen Contributors

Teen Feature
As a teacher, camp director, and now as a principal, Mrs. Weiner watched this cycle play out over and over — until she couldn’t stand it any longer. It was time to act

By Rochel (Grunewald) Samet

DMCs
“Did you fight back? No? You’re a tzaddik! Quick, give Aunt Hudis a brachah that she should get married this year!”

By Leah Greenburg

Movin on Up
Did you know there’s an official name for speaking to people about what they do? It’s called “informational interviewing”

By Shaina Keren

Friendship
Catastrophizing involves irrational thoughts where we believe something is much worse than it actually is

By Devora Zheutlin, MA, CAS

Diary Serial
I reread my work, pleased. The material was clear. It was clever yet simple, professional while playing on the human factor. Impressive

By Devoiry Braunstein

Bricks and Ladders
"Wow. Well, you’re very astute, Rachel Ahuva. I’m impressed. But that was a long time ago. I’d prefer not to dredge up old hurts”

By Ariella Schiller

More or Less

By Esther Kurtz

On Site
By day Rabbi Ross is a yeshivah rebbi, but on his keyboard and bass, joined by his kids and their own instruments, the Ross family transforms into Rock Mishpacha

By Riki Goldstein

Seven Spheres
How does the act of counting serve as a cleansing agent? What is the meaning of the prayer’s reference to “today’s Sefirah”? And what is the “Omer” in “Sefiras Ha’omer”?

By Mrs. Shani Mendlowitz

 
Every person is unique, with special strengths and gifts. Can you sing, play a musical instrument, draw, act, or speak well? Here are four stories of kids and adults with unique t ...

By Jr. Writers

Profiles
It’s a tough interview to conduct, since Rebbetzin Ackerman can’t quite figure out why I consider her achievements noteworthy

By Elisheva Appel

Story Time
“You’ve got the eye patch, you’re the kidnapper!” Adin bellowed, jabbing his finger into the man’s face. “Where are you hiding her?”

By Yehuda Bromberg