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If it were him, Heaven forbid, wouldn’t I want everyone out there searching?

I try to view my children’s messes as remnants of their personalities

The medics had returned to Meron and were sitting in a circle around 45 candles, processing their loss, their limits

Would she still be a farmer's wife if they didn't work the farm?

Let’s do what Yidden do, even now, even after, and after, and after again

"For being fed, clothed, loved. I first have to say thank You"