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Jr. Feature
While the fundamentals remain the same, different cultures, different backgrounds, and even different creativities can result in very different Sedorim

By Ariella Schiller

Jr. Feature
I’m hoping to find it when I clean! And yes, I’ve already said Amar Rabi Binyamin like three times. At least

By Malka Winner

Jr. Feature
What happens before the matzah bakery, before the water and flour and 18 minutes

By Chaya Rosen

In the Nick of Time: Jr. Pesach Supplement 5782
Without my friends to distract me, I realized the pit in my stomach wasn’t only from overeating, it was also from unease

By Chani Muller

In the Nick of Time: Jr. Pesach Supplement 5782
His heart pinched with worry for his cousin, but there was no time to focus on that. Not when there were ten children age ten and under in the house

By Chaya Rosen

In the Nick of Time: Jr. Pesach Supplement 5782
Dovid shook his head. “It’s not ready. We have to perfect the hermetic seal that attaches the bag to the mouth of the bread eater”

By Penina Steinbruch

Story Time
"So… the lost tower, eh? What’s there to share? People make too big a deal about it"

By Y. Bromberg

Building Dreams
Donkeys and goats, Jews and Arabs mingled in the streets, but I was no longer fazed

By Malka Grunhaus

For the Record
A sampling of happy life-cycle events involving recent historical figures. So sit back and enjoy the simchah! L’chayim!

By Dovi Safier and Yehuda Geberer

DMCs
It did help that it had a name, I suppose, so we knew what we were up against. But I still felt pretty miserable

By Devorah Grant

A Better You
An incredible message about procrastination and how time alone can drastically alter something

By Chanie Nayman

Light Years Away
Her hands were trembling. “I’m no-o-t, I’m no-o-t, I can’t breathe,” she sobbed. “The room looks all dark, Abba — do something! I’m gonna die!”

By Ruti Kepler

Teen Diary Serial
Since I had no sisters or brothers close in age, there wasn’t much for me to do. I kept myself occupied by frying French fries

By Chaya Basra

Family Tempo
I don’t know what’s pulling me to this young mother — or maybe I do

By Rachel Newton