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Family First Feature
I cannot change her—but I can change myself

By Zahava Gold

Family First Feature
For once and for all, I would plumb the depths of the Enneagram and emerge better, wiser. Thinner

By Aviva Myers and Dassi Leon and Tehilla Schwartz

Family First Feature
With devotion and awe, the Ishah HaShunamis hosted the Navi Elisha — and in return for her kindness, merited a twofold miracle

By Gitti Meirovitz

Family First Feature
Five prominent personalities pay loving tribute to the strength and self-sacrifice of their mothers

By Family First Contributors

The Places We Call Home  
A celebration of the walls that surround, protect, and define us

By Family First Contributors

The Places We Call Home  
Over 900 readers ushered us over the welcome mat and gave us a peek into their homes

By Mishpacha Readers

The Places We Call Home  
Housing prices, mortgage rates, and inflation have skyrocketed. Yet many young couples are still buying homes. How are they doing it? And should they be?

By Toby Berger

Fundamentals
On Succos, we're here because we want to be

By Miriam Kosman

Teen Serial
I stand up, hyperaware that every eye in my class is upon me, and hobble toward Ma.

By Ariella Schiller

Voice in the Crowd
I feel it’s time we graduated from bochurim trips to their grown-up version: shul expeditions

By Yisroel Besser

Pendulum: Succos Supplement 5784
As a scholarly discipline, history is concerned with facts; but an authentically Jewish view of history can’t ignore the bigger picture, the traces of Divine involvement in histor ...

By Gedalia Guttentag

Calligraphy: Succos 5784
Sima bristles. You would think she was the one agitating her mother. She, who had taken the entire burden of care on her shoulders. Not that she’d had the choice

By Chanie Spira

Outlook
Only Succos is referred to in our prayers as zeman simchaseinu — the time of our rejoicing

By Yonoson Rosenblum

Pendulum: Succos Supplement 5784
Decades ago, smart Jewish boys had to bang on closed doors — or slip through a narrow crack — to become “My Son the Doctor.”

By Ari Lieberman