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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

Real Life
I stopped eating. “We’re doing Eretz Yisrael? Uh, why? How?”

By Esty Heller

Jr. Feature
No, this was not a normal event. Why would the army call up reservists on Yom Kippur?

By Jr. Contributors

Windows
It was never spoken about, an otherworldly secret between club members, the club you didn’t want to join

By Miriam Silver

Double Dance
Her mother brushed away a single tear. “I know, but it hurts me so much that Devory would do this to you”

By Bracha Rosman

LifeTakes
“Did I ever tell you about the esrogim and the weddings?” he asks

By Rivka Streicher

Once upon a Story
Well, it didn’t take long to figure out that no babysitter would take me

By Malka Grunhaus