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Calligraphy
It was Abba who’d told her to follow her heart. If it was kosher, if this is where she came alive, she should go for it

By Rivka Streicher

Calligraphy
And here I was. The start of a new journey, the kind that searched for answers that didn’t exist but that you had to seek out, anyway

By Rikki Ehrlich

Calligraphy
Something happened. We need my in-laws, we need them. Goodness knows my parents won’t be of any help when it comes to a crisis

By Rochel Samet

Calligraphy
There hadn’t been much time to decide and even though Phyllis Lang wasn’t a spontaneous sort of person, the prospect of being quarantined in her apartment made this seem exciting

By Dov Haller

Calligraphy
“You don’t even know what’s involved in all that. What it takes to make it happen. Because you’re never here,” she said

By Zivia Reischer

Calligraphy
My bag has a Bais Yaakov Convention key chain on it, a gift from my older sister. And my best friend is walking next to me, wearing blue jeans

By Ariella Schiller

Calligraphy
There were some perks to having a husband who was hearing impaired. I could slam doors without arousing suspicion

By Chanie Spira

Touch Base
When — and how —should we be sharing?

By Mrs. Batya Weinberg

Once upon a Story
Boruch grew nauseous as he watched. “What is it?” he demanded in horror

By Chaim Finkelstein

What I Reaped
On Succos, we gather our crops, reflect on our harvest. In life, we gather our experiences, appreciate what we’ve gained

By Shoshana Itzkowitz

Street Smarts
Love of the land has been infused in Shuki’s blood since birth; he’s the right man for our challenge

By Ariella Schiller

Slices of Life
At first, I pitied his abnormal childhood. I couldn’t help comparing his memories to my own

By Rachael Lavon

Cut ‘n Paste
But, you know, I don’t want to “skip Succos” anymore

By Ahava Ehrenpreis