Calligraphy
Breit had stopped walking to face Dovi. “Actually, you didn’t choose this, you were born into it. I married into this though, so I did this to myself”
Calligraphy
It’s a simchah, it’s a baby, a son for him and Batya. So what if the word son rips his heart clean in two, so what if his insides wrench from the pain of it
Calligraphy
Miri answered as succinctly as possible. She was here to uncover a fraudster, not examine her innermost self
Calligraphy
"Yidden are givers, Yidden are generous, just speak to their hearts and they’ll open their pockets. Why doesn’t Motti realize that?”
Calligraphy
This was an emergency. My mind raced. It could be nothing. It could be something. It could be congenital or genetic. Or then again, it could be nothing
Calligraphy
She couldn’t have imagined how successful her channel would become, and that frightened her more than she would admit
Calligraphy
For one second, an avalanche of questions: What would Ahrele do? Where would he go? Could he ever go back to the way things were? And from there?
Calligraphy
So now I’m the poor friend receiving her tzedakah, when just a year ago I was the one helping her?
Off the Couch
The gabbai still thought I had some special powers, and raced up to the Rebbe to let him know
Under 18 Minutes
A single moment can make all the difference between chometz and matzah, between success and failure. They raced the clock — and beat it!
Between Brothers
No one in the family was ever called Yosef, and my father continued to mourn
My COVID Hero
As we mark one year since the pandemic changed our lives, we asked you to introduce us to your COVID heroes
Every Song Has Its Story
Faced with the prospect of his imminent betrothal to the daughter of the village chief, Yakob flees at night through the mountain
