Personal Accounts
One small act, but it didn’t wither or fade. It took root and flourished, sprouting blossoms of its own. 15 readers share acts of giving
On Topic
Do your kids start muttering about Cinderella every time you ask them to clean up? How to get your crew to pick up a broom and pitch in
She handed me a book, saying brightly, “This might be super-duper helpful for you in helping you understand your son better.” Super-duper? Are you 12?!
While this was normal for Heshy, it was really insanely abnormal. Who got home from work at ten thirty at night on a regular basis?
Vasara clenches her teeth. She has not yet managed to wangle a smartphone, and calling her daughter on a public payphone is a headache
“Who cares, do you see me complaining? If I need supper I can cook or buy it, too. I’m a big boy”
A final pin inserted in my balloon, and I am falling, completely deflated. Is my wish for a thriving business nothing but a pipe dream?
Shared Space
“Perfect, I’m going to call Oded right now. Thanks.” He smiled reassuringly, his lips stretching all the way across his face so that he looked anything but reassuring
I looked up the site and entered the names of my father’s grandfather and uncle. I couldn’t believe it; there were matches
LifeLines
I couldn’t tell this to my friends, but while Mr. Lindberg’s tirade had been inexcusable, he had given me a lot to think about
Shul of My Youth
Half a century after leaving Benghazi, I can still hear the shamash giving two knocks with his walking stick at the crack of dawn, summoning us for Selichot
