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

Street Smarts
He couldn’t drive, until his passengers understood the magnitude of his sacrifice

By Yisroel Besser

Pinpoint
Stick a pin in the phonebook. See where it lands. Make the call. Does everyone have a story? Five writers find out

By Elisheva Appel

Pinpoint
Stick a pin in the phonebook. See where it lands. Make the call. Does everyone have a story? Five writers find out

By Riki Goldstein

Behind the Book
I’ve heard it said in the name of Rav Shach that our generation doesn’t hear enough stories about kiddush Hashem

By Riki Goldstein

Jolly Solly
“Why don’t you join our family? We have a large succah, and you’re more than welcome.”

By R. Atkins

Rocking Horse
“This is filling me with sorrow,” she says slowly. “Any of these women could be my sister. Or, none of them could be my sister”

By Leah Gebber