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?
My COVID Hero
As we mark one year since the pandemic changed our lives, we asked you to introduce us to your COVID heroes
Magazine Feature
Mishpacha asked a professional actor to play two roles: that of an insular chareidi in secular Tel Aviv, and a stern policeman in Bnei Brak. What did he discover?
Teen Fiction
Gown-hunting, that should be fun. And hairstyles and makeup appointments... hey, I could enjoy that part. If I could forget what all the fuss was actually about
My COVID Hero
As we mark one year since the pandemic changed our lives, we asked you to introduce us to your COVID heroes
