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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”

By Dov Haller

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

By Rochel Samet

Calligraphy
Miri answered as succinctly as possible. She was here to uncover a fraudster, not examine her innermost self

By Leora Klinberg

Calligraphy
"Yidden are givers, Yidden are generous, just speak to their hearts and they’ll open their pockets. Why doesn’t Motti realize that?”

By Blimi Rabinowitz

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

By Chanie Spira

Calligraphy
She couldn’t have imagined how successful her channel would become, and that frightened her more than she would admit

By Ariella Schiller

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?

By Rivka Streicher

Calligraphy
So now I’m the poor friend receiving her tzedakah, when just a year ago I was the one helping her?

By Gila Arnold

 

By Naomie Rubner

My COVID Hero
We asked you to introduce us to your COVID hero, one of those quiet individuals who moved heaven and earth to lighten your load during this very trying time

By Mishpacha Readers

Make Her Day
We asked: Do you know someone whose life needs brightening? We gave you $100. And you made her day
Every Song Has Its Story
Do we ever think much about, or even know, what motivated our favorite song?

By Riki Goldstein