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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

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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

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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

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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

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“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

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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

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

By Chanie Spira

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 Tzipporah Bar-Lev

Street Smarts
“Do you know whose briefcase this is?!” he asked the driver. “Rabbi Hershel Schachter is the Baba Sali of American Ashkenazim!”

By Sandy Eller

Street Smarts
He was about to accuse me of chutzpah for trying to fit that oversized load into his car, and insist I pay extra for my cargo. I braced myself.

By Gila Arnold

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 Tzivia Shain

Street Smarts
“Af davar lo ya’azor lecha achshav!” he bellowed. “Nothing can help you now!”

By Rabbi Ron Yitzchok Eisenman

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 Millie Samson