Calligraphy: Succos 5786
I have lost my home already, have lost my country, and now I must give up my name, too?
Calligraphy: Succos 5786
What journeys did you have to take, to say, “This is who I am, this is what I love to do, and I don’t care who is watching?”
Calligraphy: Succos 5786
Leah stood there with empty arms. As usual, everyone else seemed to get what they wanted
Calligraphy: Succos 5786
“You listen to me, boys,” she said fiercely. “I’m coming back for you. This is only for now. Soon you’re coming home”
Calligraphy: Succos 5786
That’s what I liked about Yidel. He wasn’t playing pretend. He didn’t butter up to me. He didn’t look at me like I was some figure on an ivory tower
Calligraphy: Succos 5786
Menashe shut his eyes for a moment and waited. Then — “Not a blizzard’s chance on Venus, Rabbi!”
Calligraphy: Succos 5786
“You don’t have to do it, mammele. It’s okay, the sponsors understand, it’s all tzedakah. Not an actual competition”
Calligraphy: Succos 5786
As if Elisheva knows. She doesn’t even know that Dovi exists, that I had another baby after… after
Open Mic
The entitlement and quiet greed we’ve allowed to creep into our culture is tearing families apart
Worldview
Our succahs — to which we decamp with real joy despite the weather and inconvenience — are demonstrable signs of modern-day holiness
Reflections
The bare walls of our outdoor succah remind us of what we want to achieve inside
Magazine Feature
Can Yoeli Landau’s recipe for success reset the troubled relationship between Israel’s chareidi population and the state?
