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Magazine Feature
While it might look like there’s nothing much there, what you’re looking at is actually a teeming, thriving community

By Jennifer Tzivia MacLeod

Jolly Solly
“I don’t understand what all the fuss is about,” Mr. Faigelbaum protested. “Efraim can’t possibly come along on this trip. It’s to the middle of nowhere”

By R. Atkins

Win or Lose
Mr. Greenbaum is laughing, Yitzi thought to himself. How can this be? I’ve never, ever seen him look the slightest bit happy

By Chaim Finkelstein

Teen Fiction
When I reached the door to the stairs, I found it was closed. Not only that, but it was locked, and we did not have the key

By Tsirel Pacht

Bricks and Ladders
Rachel Ahuva,” Lani says, “the girls already love you, they’ve already accepted you. They want to come to your house because you invited them”

By Ariella Schiller

Bentzi and the Mystery in the Museum

By Shifra Glick

Bentzi and the Mystery in the Museum
Who saw it in your old house? Who was “we” who called it the museum? I wanted to ask, but didn’t. Tatty too was silent

By Shifra Glick

Story Time
“I’m blessed that my son is marrying into to the royal Absberg family. I am but a simple judge, and they are such a prestigious German family”

By Yehuda Bromberg

More or Less
Ari wanted to talk? Why didn’t he just talk? Because you’re never home, I answered. I didn’t even have to be meta to know that was bad

By Esther Kurtz

Center Stage
Rina waved her hand airily. “Who said anything about budget? This one is on my husband. Always fun to have an excuse to redecorate”

By Gila Arnold

LifeTakes
I’ve tended to Tante Masha the way a daughter would have; the plants are witness. And yet, I can’t pretend this hodge-podge of feelings is grief

By Aidy Feldman

The Gatekeeper's Daughter
Tzorty. The only other seamstress in the neighborhood. Funny, that. What are the odds they would live so close, all these years later?

By Esther Teichtal

Family Tempo
The parenting coach was supposed to improve her parenting — not make things worse

By Libby Berg

I dare me
My days are a whirlwind of drop-offs, pickups, housework, and errands. And, oh yeah, supporting my family. And with all that, there’s never enough money

By Elisheva Appel