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Madame Chamberlaine
Benny would hold the end of the pacifier clip and whirl the pacifier quickly around a few times and then let go. Pow!

By Tzipie Wolner

Counter Point
The conversation continues...

By Mishpacha Readers

Bentzi and the Mystery in the Museum
So, can it really be…? No! It seems I was wrong to suspect Shuki. I don’t want to risk suspecting Asher wrongly too

By Shifra Glick

Profiles
When Torah entered Brooke Foster's life, its vibrance spilled onto her canvas

By Sarah Glazer

Musings
Mounds of laundry — and even little humps of them — in the hamper create an itch that needs to be scratched, umm, washed

By Raizy Friedman

More or Less
“First things first,” Ari said, reaching for a bag I’d just noticed. He pulled out a flattish square orange box printed with a bold H. No. He didn’t really buy me a Hermes scarf

By Esther Kurtz