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I'm Stuck
Real, authentic avodas Hashem is excruciatingly private. At the end of the day you stand before Hashem alone

By Faigy Peritzman

Family First Feature
With warmth, charm, and grace, Rebbetzin Chaiky Rubin managed to reach across worlds and foster connection as she brought hundreds of women closer to Torah

By Riki Goldstein

Family First Feature
Four veteran teachers share candid memories of the students they missed, and principals shares insight into how we can help those girls in the future

By Elisheva Appel

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

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 Faigy Gold

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 Barbara Bensoussan

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

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 Chaya Leeder

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

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

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