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Calligraphy
“I did everything right,” she whispers at last. I believe her, I really do. Except for one giant, glaring detail: She chose to marry him

By Ariella Schiller

Calligraphy
After a long minute, Mommy had sighed and smiled and said, “Your father means well, Yechezkel, and he loves his family”

By Dov Haller

Calligraphy
“Perfect for your relationship with Stu?” Chavi’s face is stony. “I’m so glad to hear that. What about your relationship with me? Does that matter to you at all?”

By Michal Marcus

Calligraphy
Chumie was… electric. She knew how to transform the mundane into the magical, she left a trail of glitter everywhere she went. Sometimes Dovi wondered what she saw in him

By Rachael Lavon

Calligraphy
“He felt that you weren’t invested enough,” she pronounces, as if she’s accusing Baily of a heinous crime. “As if you didn’t really care”

By Rochel Samet

Calligraphy
When I turned back to Chesky — saw that faraway gleam in his eyes as he clomped across the warehouse mouthing numbers — I knew exactly what made this venture feel so sickening

By Esty Heller

Calligraphy
“Say no more,” Malky interrupted. “We just closed on my mother’s house, I have maaser money. Tell me who to write the check to"

By Esther Kurtz

Calligraphy
Sometimes I want to speak to her directly, ignore the worlds, class gulf, religious divides between us, and just talk, woman to woman

By Rivka Streicher

In the Nick of Time: Jr. Pesach Supplement 5782
His heart pinched with worry for his cousin, but there was no time to focus on that. Not when there were ten children age ten and under in the house

By Chaya Rosen

Moonlight
On Seder Night, we cross the bridge from Egypt to Shema

By Rabbi Menachem Nissel

Open Mic
The Jewish world has no regulatory body, no guidance, and no supervision when it comes to media

By Nachi Gordon

tastes like shabbos
She never involved herself in how much other people kept or followed — she loved and accepted them all the same, with no judgment

By Sarah Faygie Berkowitz

Building Dreams
Donkeys and goats, Jews and Arabs mingled in the streets, but I was no longer fazed

By Malka Grunhaus

Magazine Feature
Before London, Rav Chanoch Dov Padwa ztz"l spent 15 little-known years in Eretz Yisrael

By Riki Goldstein