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Jr. Feature
The fantastic life of twins, triplets, and more!

By Malka Grunhaus

Jr. Feature
How could two powerful and thriving ancient Egyptian cities just disappear? Or were they mythical, like the lost ancient city of Atlantis?

By Malka Winner

Jolly Solly
“Let’s do something else,” suggested Fishel. “I know what! Let’s surprise Mr. Krankowitz by weeding the flowerbeds”

By R. Atkins

 
“You know,” he finally said, “now I see what the difference is between a religious Jew and a non-observant Jew”

By Chaya Rosen

Story Time
“Good luck, Your Majesty.” Matio locked eyes with his brother. “This mission may very well mean the success or death of your rule”

By Y. Bromberg

Curveball
“You’re right. I can do this. I can be supportive and not crazy competitive,” said Rafi

By Ariella Stern

Breakthrough
The girls fist-bumped and smiled smugly. Mali brandished a toothpick. “Kol chassan…” she stage-whispered. Elisheva giggled

By Chaya Rosen

Breakthrough
Remember boys, the play is in two weeks. Start practicing tonight!”

By Y. Bromberg

Eyes That Saw Angels
Venerable individuals still among us share their recollections of personal encounters with yesteryear's giants

By Dovi Safier and Yehuda Geberer

Magazine Feature
Freeze frames from a year of remote communication, virtual connections, and way too much time spent talking through screens

By Mishpacha Contributors

Family Tempo
 It cannot be. Even when he goes outside and the woman calls his name he does not believe it is them. He looks at the children. A boy, perhaps six years old, with long peyos. A li ...

By Leah Gebber

Eyes That Saw Angels
Venerable individuals still among us share their recollections of personal encounters with yesteryear's giants

By Dovi Safier and Yehuda Geberer

Magazine Feature
The thousands who came to Rav Steinman's home were unaware that upstairs, Rav Yitzchak Grodzinski’s modest demeanor hid the splendor of the last prince of Slabodka

By Gedalia Guttentag

Dream On
Yehuda sat down slowly, his jaw tense. “This girl doesn’t have her own room to sleep in? Why is she coming here at two in the morning?”

By Gila Arnold