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A Healthier You
What is cholesterol, and why does it matter?

By Chaya Rosen

Teen Feature
Do you dream about your future? You are not alone!

By Elky Pascal

DMCs
Within a few weeks of Mrs. Rubin being my teacher, I had been told I needed to sit at the front of the classroom — because it was “better for me” — and had been ignored more times ...

By Devorah Grant

Take 2
When Hashem gives us a gift it obligates us to use it and make the most of it

By Mindy Rosenthal M.S., BCBA/LBA

Portrait of a Family
What would Devorah say if she came upstairs with that ribbon in her hair? Tamar thought about it. Probably nothing — but then tonight she’d complain to her parents that Tamar was ...

By Malka Grunhaus

Diary Serial
I was in a room full of counselors and campers and tutus and music and it was the last place I wanted to be

By Shira Gold

Teen Fiction
Gown-hunting, that should be fun. And hairstyles and makeup appointments... hey, I could enjoy that part. If I could forget what all the fuss was actually about

By Rochel Samet

Nourish to Flourish
“It seems like you have a pretty good idea of how ‘comfortably full’ feels. Sometimes it’s hard to stop there, though"

By Bracha Kopstick

Between Brothers
Though Moshe and Amram Blau operated in different spheres, their similarities persisted

By Dovi Safier and Yehuda Geberer

Calligraphy
This was an emergency. My mind raced. It could be nothing. It could be something. It could be congenital or genetic. Or then again, it could be nothing

By Chanie Spira

My COVID Hero
As we mark one year since the pandemic changed our lives, we asked you to introduce us to your COVID heroes

By Shmuel Horowitz

Every Song Has Its Story
Faced with the prospect of his imminent betrothal to the daughter of the village chief, Yakob flees at night through the mountain

By Riki Goldstein

Under 18 Minutes
A single moment can make all the difference between chometz and matzah, between success and failure. They raced the clock — and beat it!

By Musia Slavin

Between Brothers
No one in the family was ever called Yosef, and my father continued to mourn

By Dovid Nachman Golding