Calligraphy
Now Jacob’s pathetic cries were a mockery, and I trembled, my knees pulled tight up to my chin. I could not, would not hold him in my arms and watch him slip away. Not again
Parshah
To truly experience Yom Tov, the feelings have to come from a deeper source
Outlook
The dangers of disunity to the fate of the Jewish People, and the power of unity
Calligraphy
Wrinkles are an honor when grandchildren count them. He has his four grandchildren from his son Meir. I, as he’s well aware, am a bubby to no one.
Words Unspoken
Not because she didn’t want to, but because she was advised by a specific askan not to tell her family
Voice in the Crowd
I’m not saying to consider out-of-town girls before in-town girls, just asking that you give them equal consideration