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Picking fruit from a few trees is fun. But what if you owned an entire orchard of fruit trees? How do farmers harvest their fruit?

By Sivi Sekula

 
Who cared who the second guest was? Moishy was sure the party was going to be a disaster with Mr. Krankowitz participating

By R. Atkins

Jr. Tales
If I weren’t so scared I would try to make friends with Shaindy Gellman. I looked down at my paper, horrified, and crossed the words out

By Chani Muller

Story Time
Max stepped forward and held out his arms to hug Meir. A huge golden cross dangled from a chain around his neck

By Yehuda Bromberg

Win or Lose
What he’s saying sounds interesting, Yitzi thought. Maybe if I try really hard I can pay attention for at least a few minutes

By Chaim Finkelstein

Bentzi and the Mystery in the Museum
“Wait.” Daddy stopped him. “You have to get permission from all the neighbors, this room belongs to them all”

By Shifra Glick

Magazine Feature
Here’s a cheat sheet to help you do your very best on tests. What could be better than tips and tricks from those in the trenches?

By Ahuva Sofer

 
I remember thinking to myself that if my mother had a baby with Down syndrome, I wouldn’t be ashamed or embarrassed

By Leah Greenburg

On Topic
Do your kids start muttering about Cinderella every time you ask them to clean up? How to get your crew to pick up a broom and pitch in

By Ariella Schiller

Personal Accounts
One small act, but it didn’t wither or fade. It took root and flourished, sprouting blossoms of its own. 15 readers share acts of giving

By Mishpacha Readers

Shared Space
“Perfect, I’m going to call Oded right now. Thanks.” He smiled reassuringly, his lips stretching all the way across his face so that he looked anything but reassuring

By Dov Haller

 
I looked up the site and entered the names of my father’s grandfather and uncle. I couldn’t believe it; there were matches

By Penina Silverberg

LifeLines
I couldn’t tell this to my friends, but while Mr. Lindberg’s tirade had been inexcusable, he had given me a lot to think about

By C. Saphir

Shul of My Youth
Half a century after leaving Benghazi, I can still hear the shamash giving two knocks with his walking stick at the crack of dawn, summoning us for Selichot

By Elia Meghnagi