Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
I was the stereotypical newlywed, setting up my best friend with my husband’s kid brother
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
Disgust is really the only way to describe her facial expression. And the worst part is I know I deserve it
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
My heart squeezes because he’s captured the crux of his problem: It really may be too late
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
WHY DOES MY SON CARE ABOUT A SPORTS TEAM, and WHY DID I SWITCH HIM OUT OF THE YESHIVISH CLASS?
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
She watches him fearfully as he goes to pieces berating himself: the self-blame, self-hatred, the regret, the desperation
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
“We can give Bayla a different role... Let the star role go to someone who deserves it”
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
Ninth-grade bochurim would huddle in a corner, daring each other to make the plunge and ask Mordy a question
Calligraphy: Pesach 5784
How could Yaakov, an ordinary bochur with ordinary interests (sports! grilling! power tools!), ever really understand someone who’s so different?
Magazine Feature
Globetrotter Moshe Klein finds a minyan of one in Eritrea
LifeTakes
Tonight is different. Because my father, at 77 years, is under the spell of dementia
Guestlines
The memory of that first Pesach reminds us that no matter how hopeless the galus seems, it is inalterably finite
